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"The finest God ever made!" he said as his engine chugged smoothly along. "By George, I was glad to get home. Ever been in New York? Well, you know what it's like then; give me Arizona, every time. But say, that's some town; I stayed at the Waldorf, where the tips are a dollar a throw. Every time you turn around, or the boy grabs your hat, you give him a dollar bill.
'I indignantly deny it. 'It's of no use your denying it; it doesn't signify a bit whether you deny it or not; I've got a head upon my shoulders, and it ain't a baby's. What! said Mr Boffin, gathering himself together in his most suspicious attitude, and wrinkling his face into a very map of curves and corners. 'Don't I know what grabs are made at a man with money?
"I couldn't let you go back to Russia without shaking hands with the greatest quarterback America ever produced. Mr. Mallory, Baron Kazedky," and then he winks at Mallory, much as to say, "Now jump in!" And say, Mallory was Johnny on the spot. He grabs Kazedky's flipper like it was a life preserver. "I I really, gentlemen, there's some mistake," says the Baron. "A quarter what, did you say?"
Robert and Mallory acquainted, and jollies 'em both, and all three of 'em talk football to Mallory, who blushes worse than ever and don't know which way to turn. They keep that up until Dicky pulls out his watch, grabs Sis by the arm, and hollers that they've got to make a break for the Washington Limited. Sis is shakin' good-by with both of 'em at once, when she thinks of somethin' funny.
Coulson came other unmistakable, characteristic, copyrighted smells of spring that belong to the-big-city-above-the-Subway, alone. The smells of hot asphalt, underground caverns, gasoline, patchouli, orange peel, sewer gas, Albany grabs, Egyptian cigarettes, mortar and the undried ink on newspapers. The inblowing air was sweet and mild. Sparrows wrangled happily everywhere outdoors.
If I weren't a pretty fair sailor well, as it is, my dear," he interrupted himself with a laugh, "I show you often enough what grabs I make for support." He gave a faint gasp, half amusement, half anguish, then abruptly relieved himself by a question. "To whom in point of fact does the place belong?" "I'm awfully ashamed, but I'm afraid I don't know.
Say! Well, I can't tell you, but talk about Shimmie! Say, she's like a dead one come to life." "Yes," I agreed, "yes. But what about the man?" "Well, that man, now. The record's comin' to the end and I go back in to start it over. And, here's this hobo, come in behind me. "'What's that? says he, pointin' to the record I got in my hand. "Then he grabs it and looks it over.
Why, my dear Sir, although I must admit that I am stupid enough not to remember you, I must express my most " Say, he did it handsome too. He grabs J. Bayard brotherly by the mitt, and passes him an enthusiastic vote of thanks that don't leave out a single detail.
Especially when one of the women you are saving from the burning house gets nervous for fear the flames will reach her, and grabs you by the ear and nearly pulls it off," growled the moving picture actor. "Say!" yelled the man with the megaphone. "Aren't you coming over here to get us?" "Of course," returned the man in the boat, hastily.
"'Come with me to the top and bathe, says he, 'and see fer yerself! "'Who's to take me? I says. 'I ain't a bird! "'I will! he shouts; and before you could 'a' said 'Jack Robinson, he grabs 'old of me in a clove hitch! "I was strong and a bit useful in them days, but I was like a babby in the arms of a giant, and he tucked me under one arm and 'eld me like a parcel. And then well!
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