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Gibney did not answer, only Captain Scraggs looked into his horrified eyes and read the verdict. "Die game, Scraggsy," was all Mr. Gibney could say. "Don't show the white feather." "D'ye think McGuffey could hear us from here if we was to yell for help?" inquired Captain Scraggs hopefully. "Don't yelp, for Gawd's sake," implored Mr. Gibney.
She crawled out of her berth and on deck, where, steamer rug over her knees, her head tightly bound in a spotless white head-handkerchief, she sat with her hand on the big bird-cage set upon a camp-stool next her chair. "I don' say one Gawd's word about me, dough I does feel lak I done swallahed my own stummick.
"I want to 'phone for a automobile to come down an' snake us up town in style. This syndicate ain't a-goin' to come rampin' home to Gawd's country lookin' like a lot o' Eyetalian peddlers. We're goin' to the best hotel an' we're goin' in style." McGuffey nudged Captain Scraggs, and Neils Halvorsen nudged Mr. McGuffey. "Hay bane a sport, hay bane," rumbled the honest Neils.
"But that's tellin's," continued Mrs Gowler, looking greedily at Mavis from the depths of her little eyes. "Is it?" "Babies is little cusses; noisy, squally little brats." "Not one's own." "That's what I say. I love the little dears. Gawd's messages I call them. All the same, they're there, as you might say. An' yer can't explain them away." "True," smiled Mavis.
She sat down limply on the ground. Racey started back across the stringer to get the horse. He hurried, too. That posse they had seen in the valley! There was no telling where it was. It might be four miles away, or four hundred yards. "C'mon, feller," said Racey, picking up the reins of the tired horse. "And for Gawd's sake pick up yore feet!
Borkins gave a little exclamation of alarm and put one trembling hand over his face. Merriton suddenly registered the fact as being a symptom of the state of nerves which Merriton Towers was likely to reduce one. Then Borkins shambled across the room and laid a timid hand upon Merriton's arm. "For Gawd's sake sir don't!" he murmured in a shaken voice. "Those lights, sir if you knew the story!
'Tain't likely the boys'll find any new sign, leastways not in time; not before that of a Moran it was him did it, damn him! I know it was. Lem, for Gawd's sake, what are we goin' to do?" "The first thing to do, Bill, is to get you out of this town, before Thomas shows up and jumps you." "I don't keer for myself. I'll shoot the...."
Kendrick, an' I goes to church reg'lar every damn Sunday, see. Y'r auntie'll be safer'n if she was at home; fer there aint no danger here o' gettin' knocked down by street-cars 'n' autermobiles. Now, fer Gawd's sake, c'm on an' eat." "All right," laughed Phil. "Toast's just done. An' while we eat perhaps you won't mind telling me why you think my uncle's a grafter." "Aw, nix, nix!
In a sotto voice and with a flow of red suffusing his face, Alphonse Michelson turned to Gertie Dobriner, his hand curved blinker fashion to inclose his words. "For Gawd's sake, cut the haggling, Gert. If this here white enamel is the carriage we want, let's take it and hike. I got to get home." Miss Dobriner drew up her back to a feline arch.
"Wellum, Miss Sophy, 't ain't any." "I have already ordered more, Mary Magdalen." "An' you know ouah flouah, Miss Sophy?" "Us ain't got a Gawd's speck!" Then she would beam upon the visitors, all of whom were known to her. "Howdy, Miss Sally! How you-all comin' on? Ah comin' 'round to see de baby soon 's Ah gits chanst."
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