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I'm sorry that boy ain't home, so you could meet him again. We call him the dude of the family. Renie, pass Mr. Hochenheimer the toothpicks." A pair of deep-lined brackets sprang out round Mr. Shongut's mouth. "Why ain't that boy home for supper, where he belongs?" "Ach, now, Adolph, don't get excited right away. Always, Mr.
He had made a clean breast, had been forgiven, and the great thing now was to forget his failure, and to send it the way of other unsuccessful investments. Jacky rejoined Howards End and Dude Street, and the vermilion motor-car, and the Argentine Hard Dollars, and all the things and people for whom he had never had much use and had less now. Their memory hampered him.
On the other side you'll see a whole lot more wild hollyhock and fireweed and columbine well, say, I learned all them names from a dude I drove over one summer." "And such a sky!" said Sheila, lifting her head, "and such big pines!" She lost herself for a minute in the azure immensity above.
If it was a square fight, and us bote wit de same chance, I wouldn't say; but you bein' a dude perfessor and gettin' right into de place like dat ain't right. Say, don't be a hawg, Sam. Don't swipe it all. Fifty-fifty! Does dat go? 'I don't know, I said. 'You had better ask the real Sam. Good night. I walked past him and made for the school gates at my best pace. He trotted after me, pleading.
Standing close to the inside edge of the track was a dapper young man with a light switch cane. He was distinctly out of place in such a gathering, for upon him was no ear-mark of the working class. Afterward, Bert was of the opinion that he looked like a swell dancing master, while Billy called him "the dude."
I can't discover a thing," grumbled Roberto. "Good-bye. See you again." Manuel was left alone, and musing upon Don Alonso's tales and upon the mystery surrounding Roberto, he returned to the Corralon and went to bed. The Kermesse on Pasion Street "The Dude" A Cafe Chantant. Leandro eagerly awaited the kermesse that was to take place on Pasion street.
Well, to come to the end, as soon as Julia and her dude got to the campground she lit out of his buggy and made a bee-line to whar me and Carrie was setting under the trees waiting for the first hymn. She stopped right square in front of me as mad as a wet hen. "'What did you mean by throwing dust on us? she asked, as red as a beet, her eyes flashing sparks.
Probably, if the truth was known, there had been more than Dr. Cecil Granthum bah, what a sickening name! Cecil! It might as well be Adolphus or Regie or what does a man want to pack around a name like that for? Probably he was the kind of man that the name sounded like; a dude with pink cheeks. Chip knew just how he looked.
Nick glared at this polite, soft-spoken gentleman, with half-amused anger. "I heard there was a dude tenderfoot hangin' 'round the Cross-Triangle," he said, at last. "You're sure a hell of a fine specimen. You've had your drink; now s'pose you get a-goin'." "I beg pardon?" drawled Patches, looking at him with innocent inquiry. "Vamoose! Get out! Go on about your business." "Really, Mr.
Yes, I remember now that I saw her out riding with Ward Kenwood only yesterday. Say, that dude has been saying something that wasn't true about you, Paul, I'd just wager anything. He's gone and poisoned her ears with a yarn. It'd be just like the sneak!" "Just go slow, Jack. You're saying something that you can't prove.
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