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"You are a good shot, but you need not have been so frightened at an old man as to knock him down!" "Come, come, Macruadh! enough's enough! It's time to drop this!" returned Sercombe. "I can't stand much more of it! Take ten pounds for the head! Come!" The chief made one great stride towards him, but turned away, and said, "Come along, Rob!
"I own up I used to be pretty hot on such larkin'. We all keep forgettin' we was boys once." As we rode on, Merton was a picture of exultation, and Junior was on the sharp lookout again. His father turned on him and said: "Now look a' here, enough's as good as a feast. I'll blindfold you if you don't let the tracks alone. Mrs. Durham wants her things, so she can begin to live.
He had, at last, even agreed to the candles being put out. Still he would be glad to be off. "Enough's as good as a feast, as the sayin' goes, Mike," he chuckled. Mike had fitted a new battery into his torch.
"You are a good shot, but you need not have been so frightened at an old man as to knock him down!" "Come, come, Macruadh! enough's enough! It's time to drop this!" returned Sercombe. "I can't stand much more of it! Take ten pounds for the head! Come!" The chief made one great stride towards him, but turned away, and said, "Come along, Rob!
"Enough's enough between friends any day," said Mrs. Moulder. "So give her your hand, John." "I think it'll be right to say one thing first," said Kenneby, with a solemn and deliberate tone. "And what's that?" said Mrs. Smiley, eagerly. "In such a matter as this," continued Kenneby, "where the hearts are concerned " "You didn't say anything about hearts yet," said Mrs.
"Don't want some more of the same?" jeered the victor. "Didn't hear me ask for more, did you? No, an' you won't either. Me, I love a scrap, but I don't yearn for no encore after I've been clawed by a panther and chewed up by a threshing-machine and kicked by an able-bodied mule into the middle o' next week. Enough's a-plenty, as old Jim Butts said when his second wife died."
"Did they give us some?" "Look in the pack." "After breakfast, I'll oblige you." Pierre grinned and helped himself to a wing. Adrian seized the tin basin which held the fowl and placed it behind himself. "Enough's as good as a feast. We shall be hungry again. See here. What kind of a bird was this? or birds? all legs and arms, no bodies. Freaks of nature. Eh?
Why, Mason has reported that gold enough's been taken from the mines already to pay for the Mexican war." "Bah!" cried Kemble, and stalked out muttering. Brannan laughed. "He's riding his hobby consistently. But he'll come down. So you've had no news from Benito?" "No," said Inez gloomily. "Perhaps it is too soon. Perhaps he has had no luck to tell us of as yet.
The man who had opened the pot dropped out. "Enough's a-plenty. Me, I got no business trailing along with you hyenas," he explained. "Different here," commented the boy. "My cards look good enough for another hike." Culvera examined his hand carefully, met the raise, and picked up the deck. The Mexican with the scar interposed. "But one moment, señor. Let us make it a good pot."
Hornblower, lowering his voice though such a precaution was obviously unnecessary. "Mind I don't say it ain't a pretty scheme. Anyhow, it looks good on paper. But with me the point's just here enough's enough." Persis found Mrs. Hornblower more communicative than her spouse. As all roads lead to Rome, so, with Mrs.
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