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Updated: June 19, 2025
He found Dirk already settling himself down for the night and Harrison Smith smote him boisterously on the back. "A red hot scent, my son," said he. "We're on the winning side. Success, my boy success." Freddie Dirk smiled beatifically through a fog of beer. "Goo' ni'," he murmured. "It's up with the dawn for you and me and then success."
One heel slipped on a cobble time-worn to glassy smoothness; he lurched, caught himself up in time to save a fall, lost his hat, recovered it, and was discovered. A voice, maudlin with drink, hailed and called upon him to stand and give an account of himself, "like a goo' feller." Another tempted him with offers of drink and sociable confabulation.
"Ia ora na oe!" I reply. "All goes well?" "By cripe' yais; dam' goo'!" she answers, and goes humming on her way to her shanty in the yard. She is the maid of my chamber, gentle, willing, but never to be found for service.
Duncan scowled across the table at the Sophomore. This was Haviland's first day at the house; they could josh other frats later, if he came their way; just now it was a break. Ted Perkins interrupted tactfully. "Have some of this Spanish goo? The English department here is crazy on theatricals. They will probably want you for a grand revival of the Comedy of Errors."
She's a gay good-lookin female, that I'll confess to, but study her; look at her curls, Davy, an her paint, an her nakedness. For shame, madam! Goo hide that neck o' yourn, goo hide it, I say! An her faldaddles, an her jewles, an her ribbons. Is that a woman a French hizzy like that to get a King out o' trooble, wha's awready lost aw t' wits he wor born wi?
"Shay, Nell, damn it, I allus trea's yehs shquare, didn' I? I allus been goo' f'ler wi' yehs, ain't I, Nell?" "Sure you have, Pete," assented the woman. She delivered an oration to her companions. "Yessir, that's a fact. Pete's a square fellah, he is. He never goes back on a friend. He's the right kind an' we stay by him, don't we, girls?" "Sure," they exclaimed.
This was grave tidings, for we were but seven all told, and our pace was necessarily slow whilst we were hampered with the supplies. 'How about Hooker? I suggested. 'Should we not send after him and give him warning? 'I'll goo at once, said the countryman. 'I'm bound to zee him if he be on the Athelney road. So saying he set spurs to his horse and galloped off through the darkness.
"Borak this you paddock, John?" "My plully paddock, all li." "You name Sam Young? "Paul Sam Young," corrected the boundary man. "You wantee glass you holse? two-tlee day-goo' glass? Me lay you on, all li." "It is the voice of a god, and not of a man!" I replied. "Have-um drink o' tea, Paul? Have-um bit o' du-pang? Where me find-um grass?" "Tlinidad Paddock, all li-plully goo' glass."
"What is all this?" he asked his Friend. He laid down the rattle, and felt suddenly lonely and unhappy. "Little pet ug la la goo losh!" Henry Fitzgeorge raised his eyes. His Friend was a long, long way away; his eyes grew cold with contempt. He hated this thing that made the noises and closed out the light.
Louis sat, laughing helplessly until he realized that Marcella's white face was vanishing and he kissed his hand to her solemnly. "Goo' ni' ole girl. Going fin' woman. Meet thee at Philippi! Ah, oui, oui! Marsh ella! Look! Noblest Rom' of them all! Elements so mixshed mixshed can't stan' up, ole girl."
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