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"Oh!" cried Fleur, "help me, Father; you can help me, you know." Soames made a startled movement of negation. "I?" he said bitterly. "Help? I am the impediment the just cause and impediment isn't that the jargon? You have my blood in your veins." He rose. "Well, the fat's in the fire. If you persist in your wilfulness you'll have yourself to blame. Come! Don't be foolish, my child my only child!"
Something a little nicer than that, please"; or "That's going to make up into a dear wrapper for you, Sue," she would enthusiastically declare, "I ought to have another wrapper, oughtn't I? Let's go up to Chinatown, and see some of the big wadded ones at Sing Fat's. I really need one!"
The villagers shook their heads. "Fat's the minister glowerin' at, wi' his loon Alic, among the stoor o' the turnpike?" asked the villagers of one another. The minister certainly was powerful in the pulpit, but his ways were more than they could understand. He was for ever hammering at the rocks on the moor and lugging ugly lumps of useless stone homeward, containing "fossils" as he called them.
I'm rather afraid the thing's going to hurt a good many of us, and it may result in breaking up the settlement, but the fat's in the fire now, and we must stand fast." He broke off for a moment with a sigh. "If he only weren't so sickeningly obstinate! It's an abominably unpleasant situation." I could understand how the speaker shrank from the task in front of him.
"Get breakfast!" said the old fellow to Morgan, and he wagged his head and sighed as he looked out of the window. "Poor Helen poor soul! There'll be a row. I knew there would: and begad all the fat's in the fire."
"Humph," muttered Fletcher senior to himself, as he turned on his heel after reading the notice, "the fat's in the fire now, and no mistake." The gymnasium was filled with a dense crowd of boys; "Rats," Maxton, and some other members of the Lower Fourth were fighting for seats on the parallel bars, and throughout tho whole assembly there was a subdued murmur of interest and expectation.
"The fat's in the fire now, and there ain't no use howlin' over spilt milk." "Shut up, you murderer," shrilled Captain Scraggs and danced once more on his battered hat. "Let's call a meetin' of the Robinson Crusoe Syndicate," said Mr. Gibney. "Second the motion," rumbled McGuffey. "Carried," said the commodore.
Archie looked ruefully at his soiled garments and dark blue hands. "I wonder if we couldn't get Bertha to come in here. She knows the ins and outs of all these fancy arrangements." "Berfa isn't to home," remarked a clear sweet voice from the closet. "Fat's why I had to be liberrian!" Max threw open the door.
I chipped in what I could to keep her going, but she just down and died one night. Job gone. No weight. In the exhibit business, just like any other line, you got to have a long head. A Fat's got to look ahead for a thin day. Strong for a weak day. That's why I wish, Mr. Jastrow, you'd cut out that glass-eating feature of yours." "How much you got, Airy-Fairy? Lemme double your money for you!"
You'd have thought it was Mandeville. I made a gorgeous botch of it." "You don't mean she ?" "Yes, sir, adjourned me sine die. Oh, it's no use to look at me." He laughed. "The calf's run over me. My fat's in the fire." The General softly swore and continued his gaze. "I believe," he slowly said, "that's why you wanted to slink out of town the back way." "Oh, no, it's not.
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