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Brennan's shoulders a little way, and then loosed his hold suddenly, so that the fine curly head bumped once more against the tin pails. "Will ye gi' me a straight answer, or will ye not?" "I'll pay ye out for this when I get upon my legs!" growled Brian. "As for that young lady, she knows very well I can't " "Ye can't what?" cried Pat, rolling a threatening eye at him.
I'll 'please' yo'. I've killed two Yankees this mornin', an' I'm not in the humor to fool around with an old pennyroyal huzzy like yo'. Gi' me some whisky at wunst, or I'll baste yo'." If ever Mrs. Bolster had been favorably disposed to him, she could not endure to have him treat her this way before Shorty. She would assert herself before him if ever.
That day Miss Baker had been doing a bit of washing; two pocket handkerchiefs, still moist, adhered to the window panes, drying in the sun. "Oh, I guess you got something you don't want," Maria went on, peering into the corners of the room. "Look-a-here what Mister Grannis gi' me," and she held out the yellow pitcher. Instantly Miss Baker was in a quiver of confusion.
"Oh! that I will promise you, with all my heart." Our conversation was here interrupted by a huge, gaunt, half-drunken Missourian, who, tramping rudely upon the stranger's toes, vociferated "Ye up, old greaser! gi' mi a char." "Y porque?" "I'm tired jumpin'. I want a seat, that's it, old hoss."
No time to fool with loafers who only look on and ask questions." "Strange way for a storekeeper to act," muttered the Deacon. "Must've bin brung up in a Land Office. He couldn't keep store in Posey County a week. They wouldn't stand his sass." Then aloud: "You may gi' me two pounds o' cheese." "Well, why don't you plank down the rhino?" said the storekeeper impatiently.
At last methought he bought the hog for nine pounds, and had no sooner concluded his bargain than turning round to me, who was standing close by staring at him, he slapped me on the shoulder with a hand of immense weight, crying with a half-piping, half-wheezing voice, "Coom, neighbour, coom, I and thou have often dealt; gi' me noo a poond for my bargain, and it shall be all thy own."
"Close up there in front!" commanded Shorty. "Keep marchin' distance 19 inches from back to breast. Come on, Pete. Gi' me your hand; I'll help you along." "I ain't no kid, to be led along by the hand," answered Pete sturdily, refusing the offer. "I'll keep up somehow. But you can't expect my short legs to cover as much ground as them telegraph poles o' your'n."
The sire, the light, the day, the bright fortnight, the six months of the sun's northern progress the knowers of Brahman departing there go to Brahman. The smoke, the night, the dark fortnight, the six months of the southern progress the Yogin departing there having reached the light of the moon returns again. Gi. To this point the next Sutra refers.
"Brer Fox roll his eye en say, 'Man, ain't you gwine ter hush up, 'fo' you gi' me de fidgets? "Der little Rabs dey frisk en dey frolic, but dey hear ev'ything dat pass. "Brer Wolf lick out his tongue quick, en 'low, 'Less us whirl in en eat um. "Brer Fox say, 'Man, you make me hongry! Please hush up! "De little Rabs play off furder en furder, but dey know 'zackly what gwine on.
You're bound to die; and ef they didn't hang yer I'd shoot yer myself." "Well then," says he, "gi' me hold of the rope, and I'll show you how little I keer for death." He snatches the cord out o' my hands, pulls hisself out o' reach o' the crowd, and sat cross-legged on the bough.
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