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"Ef you had the strength to git thar, the Tranthams would shoot you down like a fice dog." Anse nodded weakly. He sank down again on the floor, face to the boards, coughing hard. It was the droning voice of his cousin that brought him back from the borders of the coma he had been fighting off for hours.

Godfrey, that they had been married seven mortal months. If Godfrey was going abroad she must go with him, and the only way she could go with him would be for his father to do something. He was afraid of his father that was clear; he was afraid even to tell him. What she had come down for was to see some other member of the family face to face "fice to fice," Mrs.

The Wapatomicas always have a dog up on top of their wagon. First off, you would think it didn't help out much, it is such a forlorn looking little fice; but this dog, I want you to know, waked up the folks late one night, 'way 'long about ten or eleven o'clock, barking at a fire. Saved the town, as you might say. And after that, the fire-boys took him for a mascot.

"How much did your cab cost?" he said to the driver, who was so downcast that he actually failed to correctly interpret David's action. The question had to be repeated before an answer came. "It wasn't a new 'un, mister. I was just makin' a stawt. I gev fifty-five pound fer it, an' three pun ten to 'ave it done up. But there! What's the use of talkin'? I'm orf 'ome, I am, to fice the missis."

"Use your nose, you silly little fice, and track them, why don't you?" As soon as Boswell understood this reproach he jumped a fence and smelt every stump or tuft of grass, every bush and hummock, until the carriage dwindled in the distance.

'Give us a kiss, now, and promptly tried to take one. 'Git aht! said Liza, pushing him away, not too gently. 'Yus, give us a kiss, cried another, running up to her. 'I'll smack yer in the fice! said Liza, elegantly, as she dodged him. 'Ketch 'old on 'er, Bill, cried out a third, 'an' we'll all kiss her. 'Na, you won't! shrieked Liza, beginning to run.

"I regret this," he began, and stopped, coughing. "Just you shut the 'ole in yer fice," growled Ole Fred. Then, turning to Louis, he became maudlinly soothing. "Look 'ere, mate, no young lady likes to hear her father spoke of rough even if he ain't her father, as the saying goes.

He walked up and down with that funny rolling gait, poking out his head at intervals in a turtle-esque fashion highly provocative, holding his huge paws kangaroo fashion, only with fingers stiffly pointed, and shooting them out at intervals towards the crowd in a very ecstasy of good-natured contempt. 'Better go 'ome and awsk yer wife to wash yer fice, he advised.

'Wot 'ave yer been doin' ter yer fice? My! 'Nothin'. 'Garn! Yer can't 'ave got a fice like thet all by itself. 'I 'ad a bit of a scrimmage with a woman dahn the street, sobbed out Liza. 'She 'as give yer a doin'; an' yer all upset an' look at yer eye! I brought in a little bit of stike for ter-morrer's dinner; you just cut a bit off an' put it over yer optic, that'll soon put it right.

"Git erway f'om yere, you pesky cats!" shouted Uncle Rufus as Bungle and Popocatepetl charged the door on the trail of the terrified dog. "Oh, dear me! Don't let them out," begged Dot, "till I can get my doll's clothes off." "My poor Tootsie!" cried Mrs. Forsyth again. "Hush yo'! hush yo'!" said Uncle Rufus, kindly. "Dar's a do' shet 'twixt dat leetle fice an' dem crazy cats.

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