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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Get out of here, ye lazy good-for-nothin'. Think this 'ere is a lumberjack hotel? Sick 'im, Henry! Sick 'im!" raged Joe Shafto. Grace, hearing the bear growl, sprang up and ran out. Her companions were not far behind her.
I tell you honest, I 'most wish you'd fight." The door slammed. Mr. Saunders opened it again and gazed vindictively after the bulky figure splashing through the slush. The dog came sneaking up and rubbed his nose against his master's hand; it was an impolitic move on his part. "Git out!" roared Web, delighted at the opportunity. "You good-for-nothin' pup! How's that set?"
"Jest you come along home with me and you'll git what is comin' to you, you good-for-nothin' little imp." "Is she your mother?" asked Madge doubtfully, gazing at the brutal woman and the strange child. Tania shook her black head scornfully. "Oh, dear, no," she answered. "It is only that I have to live with her now, while I am under the enchantment.
You wouldn't have to go away then, nor My soul and body! some one's knockin' at the door! The last sentence was a smothered shriek. Keziah heeded not. Neither did she heed the knock at the door. Her hands were opening and closing convulsively. "Be glad!" she repeated. "Glad to marry a good-for-nothin' sand-peep like you! You sassy GET down off that chair and out of this house!
Jim's mother owns the place, and it ain't worth much, anyhow, and they can't take it from her in her lifetime, even if she was willing to let it go. Eva said she was goin' to try again for work herself in the shop. She thought maybe there might be some kind of a job she could get. Don't you talk like Jim did about his good-for-nothin' mining stock.
"Is it something so very important you have to tell me?" "No, I ain't got nothin' at all new to tell you. But I'd just like to know in this black hole I've got into I'd just like to know that there's one human being who means well with me I'd like to know that there's one man in the world who don't think I'm quite good-for-nothin'."
Sequin's, bad luck to her!... It was a party or a dinner between me and me rest ivery night of the week! Sorra a bit did I care for the whole kit of 'em, barring Mr. Don Morley, as fine a young gentleman as ever set foot in sole leather!" "Him that shot Dick Sheeley and run away?" "Him they laid it on," said Norah with indignant emphasis. "It was that good-for-nothin' Mr.
Well, all upstairs is a great onfarnished place, filled with every sort of good-for-nothin' trumpery in natur' barrels without eends; corn-cobs half husked; cast off clothes and bits of old harness; sheep skins, hides, and wool; apples, one half rotten, and t'other half squashed; a thousand or two of shingles that have bust their withes, and broke loose all over the floor; hay rakes, forks and sickles, without handles or teeth; rusty scythes, and odds and eends without number.
The freebooter of the green-pea trade touched his wet forelock respectfully. "My name is Gibney, sir, an' I hold an unlimited license as first mate of sail or steam. I was passin' up the coast on a good-for-nothin' little bumboat, an' seen you in distress, so me an' a friend swum over to give you the double O. You're in a bad way, sir." "Two hundred and eighty-seven days from Hamburg, Mr. Gibney.
The old negress had also heard the story in its most aggravated form, and readily divining the cause of 'Lena's grief, attempted to console her, telling her "not to mind what the good-for-nothin' critters said; they war only mad 'cause she's so much handsomer and trimmer built." "You know, then," said 'Lena, lifting her head from the pillow.
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