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Updated: September 28, 2025
Jimmy crushed the letter in his hand. "Damned old idiot!" he said under his breath. He got up, and began striding about the room angrily. The tassels of his dressing-gown swung wildly at each agitated step; the big carpet slippers he wore flapped ungracefully. "Confounded old fathead." Jimmy was flushed, and his eyes sparkled. He ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end.
Money does everything. That great dolt of an Alsatian shall sing to another tune! Look here, Delphine, don't give way, don't make a concession of half a quarter of a farthing to that fathead, who has ground you down and made you miserable. If he can't do without you, we will give him a good cudgeling, and keep him in order.
"I propose to have a few words to say about what it means in the country when a city fathead changes his mind about the train he'll take." He was looking past the cashier while he talked. He turned away and picked up his hat and coat from a chair. "I'll be going along to my house, I reckon. You'd better catch a cat-nap on the cot. I found it comfortable.
I don't mind tellin' you now, I'd me shootin'-iron here" he touched his right hip "an' if you'd refused you was the third, mind you, I'd have drilled you where you stood, God damn me if I wouldn't!" Mahony eyed the speaker with derision. "Much good that would have done your wife, you fathead! Well, well, we'll say nothing to MINE, if you please, about anything of that sort."
"There is more in this than meets the eye," I said. "Why should your uncle ask a fellow to lunch whom he's never seen?" "My dear old fathead, haven't I just said that I've been telling him all about you that you're my best pal at school together, and all that sort of thing?" "But even then and another thing. Why are you so dashed keen on my going?" Bingo hesitated for a moment.
I mean," the constable corrected himself to a tolerant smile and gazed down on his mighty hands and arms "then I got to put you into the street." Nicky-Nan leaned on his stick and the stick shook with his communicated fury. "Try it try it try it!" he blazed out. "Try it, you Bodmin fathead!" He shuffled away, nodding his head with wrath.
"There's a silly fathead got in what thinks this is a left-luggage office, so far as I can make out a foreigner." "Never mind that now," replied the manager severely, "Mr. Berge's safe: No. 01724." The attendant and Mr. Berge went off together down one of the brilliant colonnaded vistas.
"But I think youth's just a fine name for a sort o' piggish mess What's the good, one 'ud like to know, of gettin' old, and learnin' wisdom, and knowin' the good from the bad, when ev'ry lousy young fathead that's born inter the world starts out again to muddle through it for 'imself, in 'is own way.
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