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Ain't the twisted wire better?" "I s'pose they be, but they cost more." "Yes, costs more to go to heaven than to hell. You'll think so after I board with you a week. Narrow the road that leads to light, and broad the way that leads how's your soul anyway, brother?" "Soul's all right. I find more trouble to keep m' body go'n."
"I didn't sleep none last night, I'm sleepy. I'm go'n to turn in for half an hour, 'n then I'll be on deck ready for busi ready for buzness." Graines assisted him to his stateroom, for he could not walk, and he was afraid he would fall and hurt himself. He helped him into his berth, and arranged him so that he could sleep it off, and he did not care if he did not do so before the next day.
Hold on! said my neighbor, a young fellow whose name seems to be John, and nothing else, for that is what they all call him, hold on! the Sculpin is go'n' to say somethin'.
"Yes, but I never made it before," said Jessie doubtfully. "Oh, I know it'll be all right, 'n' I'll watch it close," said Betty; "'n' now you go'n sit with y'r ma. I want that table to git dinner." "But I'm going to wash all these things," said Jessie. "You go long! I'd ruther do that myself. 'Twon't take me no time," said Betty. Jessie hesitated. "But you have enough to do, Betty."
Sign on 'em in window: 'Ef you wish to be bes'-dress' man in town take me home fer six dolluhs ninety-sevum cents. ''At's kine o' suit Genesis need, I say. 'Ef Genesis go'n' a start dressin' high, might's well start top!" Jane nodded gravely, comprehending the reasonableness of this view. "What made you decide to start, Genesis?" she asked, earnestly.
When he had lain quiet for a moment, he turned to one of us and said: "Dock, I'm goin' up and dive off that stump a back flip-flop you dassent!" Pretty soon he seemed to come up snuffing and blowing and grinning and said, "Last man dressed got to chaw beef." Then he cried: "Dock's it Dock's it; catch 'im, hold him there he goes duck him, strip him. O well, let him go if he's go'n' to cry.
Eagerly, expectantly, every one waited for the sport to begin. Our projectiles were immense balls of hollow steel, filled with high explosive of tremendous power. They were fired from a small gun, placed, usually, in the first line of reserve trenches. A dull boom from the rear warned us that the game had started. "There she is!" "See 'er? Goin' true as a die!" "She's go'n' to 'it!
They sais, 'No no g'wan, tek him out a' yeh he ain' b'long in this place, that man ain'. So we walk an' walk an' ultimately he sais, 'If Ah'm go'n' a' git mah eight houahs sleep this naght, Ah mus' begin sometime, why not now? So th' Cunnel lay raght down on th' thu'faih an' Ah set mahse'f down beside him twell he wake up in th' mawnin', not knowin' what hahm maght come to him.
Abel slipped the noose over Mr. Bernard's head, and put it round the neck of the miserable Dick Venner, who made no sign of resistance, whether on account of the pain he was in, or from mere helplessness, or because he was waiting for some unguarded moment to escape, since resistance seemed of no use. "I'm go'n' to kerry y' home," said Abel; "th' ol' Doctor, he's got a gre't cur'osity t' see ye.
"Me, for one; what yuh go'n take my girl away from me for?" a flushed youth cried, and flung the dregs of his whisky glass at Lance. There was not more than a half teaspoon in the glass, but the intent was plain enough.
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