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The bridegroom has no business to suffer with the jumps. That's the best man's privilege. He does all the work, and has all the responsibility. Why, I'm shakin' in my shoes whenever I think of to-morrow, but if it were my own weddin' I shouldn't turn a hair." Young Danvers guffawed at this. "Bet you'll turn the colour of this table when the time comes, if it ever does come, which I doubt!"
You'll hear for yourself if you come on Sunday. Now you will come, won't you, Miss Henrietta? 'Yes, she'll come, Caroline said. 'Do her good to meet young people. We're getting old in this house, Mrs. Batty, and she guffawed in anticipation of the usual denial, but for once Mrs. Batty failed.
I'll make him start something though; then I'll sail into him like a rat up a pump!" Leyden had finished his story, and the class of it was patent from the guffawed comments it excited. Another of the group capped it with another, grosser yet, and the party burst into an uproarious hilarity.
Are those big eyes of yours made of glass?" "Yes, I see you all right," guffawed the fish, "that's just it! I see you too well. Why you tumble about as awkwardly as a water buffalo wallowing in a mud puddle!" Now, as Mr.
"Ha! ha! ha!" guffawed Rob, in rolling, subterranean laughter. "What a joke! I'll have something to say to Miss Esther on this subject! She must be made to realise the inconsistency of her conduct. What about the ladies' school?" "Is she fond of him? Is he fond of her? When did it happen? When did they come? How did they break it to you?
He was talking to Van and White and several other men at one of the tables in the store. Whisky had brightened his eyes, which had been quietly smiling for some time as the talk of Bill went round. Then he suddenly bent forward and arrested the general attention. "Say, boys," he cried, "here's a good one for you. What's the diff'rence between Wild Bill and Minky?" Van promptly guffawed.
That's in your line." Loring named several plays, recommending one as particularly good. In the waiting-room they parted with warm handshakings and great good-will. "Do you suppose he's wise?" said Loring, on the ferry. Mitchell guffawed. "That bumpkin? Not he. The poor, dumb idiot took it all as a practical joke among friends. Naturally, just as he said, he thought I'd give you your money back.
"Do you think he runs a pawn-shop, Field?" said the teamster. "Put it back." The men all guffawed in their raucous way. "Keeps mighty good time, all the same," said Field, and he re-swung the chain, like a hammock, from the parted wings of his vest, and dropped the huskily ticking guardian of the minutes back to its place in his pocket.
An hour later he passed again, but he did not look up. In the evening Père Duhaut came, bursting with laughter. "Ask Pierre how he got his certificate," he guffawed. Then he told us the story. Pierre, it seems, had offered the six francs, which offer the confessor had rejected with scorn. "In to the confessional," he cried, "and make your confession like a penitent!"
He spoke in a tone of aggrieved virtue, and regarded the other with a scowl. The men guffawed, and after a second the boys also. Then a little fellow behind the ringleader offered additional testimony. "He said he used to get up a private circus once a week, every Saturday, and charge ten cents a head, and made ten dollars a week," he said. Then his voice of angry accusation ended in a chuckle.
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