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Updated: May 11, 2025
Let us follow, for he giveth them not many minutes, for fear of wearying them. We need lift our mantles high, for the pavement is like a market garden of Mazzorbo, with broken bits from the women's baskets Faugh!"
She's the highest-priced spiritualist in the world. Moving tables spooks woof!" "Faugh!" said Hester, rising from her couch and feeling with her little bare feet for the daintiest of pink-silk mules. "I could make tables move, too, at forty dollars an hour. Where's my attendant? I want an alcohol rub."
After this exhibition of foresight on the part of the jeweller, there was no more fight in Algernon beyond a strenuous "Faugh!" of uttermost disgust. He examined the bill and receipt in the man's hand with great apparent scrupulousness; not, in reality, seeing a clear syllable.
I should consider the whole thing none of my business if it were not for Jack. Faugh! how he would hate her if he knew!" "I am afraid he would. I don't believe he is man enough to love her better for her miserable inheritance." "He is a Southern gentleman; I should hope he would not. I am by no means without sympathy for her. I pity her deeply, and have ever since I discovered that she loved him.
"Do you dream that' because Winterset introduces a low fellow he will be tolerated that Bath will receive a barber?" "I have the distinction to call monsieur's attention," replied the young man gayly, "I have renounce that profession." "Fool!" "I am now a man of honor!" "Faugh!" "A man of the parts," continued the the young Frenchman, "and of deportment; is it not so?
"O, faugh!" said Elise Mokey, impatiently, to Bel's "I could contrive." "I should like to see you, with girls like Matilda Meane. You've got to get your dozen or twenty, first, and make them agree." Miss Mokey had very likely never heard of Mrs. Glass, or of the "catching your hare," which is the impracticable hitch at the start of most delicious things that might otherwise be done.
Molly moved to one side of the window. Jane Macalister went on vigorously with her work, the fluff from the feathers rose in the air, the smell of the lime was pungent. "Faugh," continued Jane; "here's a lump for you. Susan Hicks, you'd better keep out of my way for the present. 'Pon my word! look at this quill, why I could make a pen with it; disgraceful, perfectly disgraceful.
Now you come hollering to me, you quitter. Instead of fighting it out to a finish, you run to me. Talk about yellow curs. Faugh!" "What can I do?" exploded Harrison in a rage. "He has four men watching her room at night now. Every time I move his cursed spies follow me. There are two of them over there now. Pasquale won't even let me see him. He's aimin' to have me killed, I believe."
How I hate a 'small and early'! Shown into a room where you meet a select few who have been asked to dinner, and who are chewing the cud like a herd of kine, and you are expected to tumble before them to assist their digestion! Faugh! No, sir; we only dine out now, and we think twice, I can tell you, before we accept even an invitation to dinner. Who's your friend?"
For none remembers so ill as he that remembers all. "A great German scholar affirmed that he knew not what it was to forget." Better have been born an idiot! An unwashed memory, faugh!
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