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"Down nothing," he vociferated, with clenched fists. "Down nothing, by damn! You got to throw me so's my shoulders touch." McTeague was stalking about, swelling with pride. "Hoh, you're down. I threw you. Didn't I throw him, Trina? Hoh, you can't rastle ME." Marcus capered with rage. "You didn't! you didn't! you didn't! and you can't! You got to give me another try."
Now look sharp, Joe, and remember what you promised." "Phronsie must have the " "Oh, Joey, I want the piggie, I do," cried Phronsie, whose eyes had been fastened on the cooky animals ever since Polly had brought them up on the beautiful green leaves. "May I, Joel?" she begged. "Hoh, that isn't good!" said Joel, disdainfully. "He's a horrid old pig."
Hurry, mate, I'll talk afterward." Wilbur went over the side, and standing as best he could upon the slippery carcass, dug out the lump and bound it up in the hammock. "Hoh!" exclaimed Moran, with sudden exultation. "There's a lot of it. That's the biggest lump yet, I'll be bound. Is that all there is, mate? look carefully." Her voice had dropped to a whisper. "Yes, yes; that's all.
"Hoh! no, you didn't know it was going to rain. Didn't I TELL you it was?" he exclaimed, suddenly angry again. "Oh, you're a DAISY, you are. Think I'm going to put up with your foolishness ALL the time? Who's the boss, you or I?" "Why, Mac, I never saw you this way before. You talk like a different man." "Well, I AM a different man," retorted the dentist, savagely.
Well, he called at the inn next day, and if the doctor was not just gone back to London! Alfred wandered disconsolate homewards. In the middle of Buchanan Street, an agitated treble called after him, "Mr. Halfred! hoh, Mr. Halfred!" He looked back and saw Dick Absalom, a promising young cricketer, brandishing a document and imploring aid. "Oh, Master Halfred, dooce please come here.
All of them swallowed, took a deep breath, and put their last remaining strength into their voices. But a wily Poke who had stuffed some cotton in his ears now approached pushing a little cart. "Take !" he drawled, and before Dorothy realized what she was doing, she had accepted a cone from the Poke. "Hah, hoh, hum!
"I saw a man who was no sheriff climb both up an' down that place too steep for the likes o' you to see; and he climbed to do more than see! 'Twas half an hour y' fought them th' first version? Now 'tis raised to half a day. A'm thinkin' y' be applyin' to th' pension bureau for a hero's triflin' remembrance! Hoh!
Hardcap, "for my part I don't see why the parson can't live on a thousand dollars a year as well as I can." I had failed to produce conviction on the subject of tools. I resolved to try another tack. "What do you pay for help?" said I. "Help?" said he interrogatively. "Yes," said I. "What do you pay your cook and chambermaid?" "Hoh!" said he contemptuously. "I don't keep no help.
"This dog can," Daughtry continued quietly. "You can't fool 'm. I bet you, right now, I can order two beers, loud so he can hear and notice, and then whisper to the waiter to bring one, an', when the one comes, Killeny Boy'll raise a roar with the waiter." "Hoh! Hoh! How much will you bet?" The steward fingered a dime in his pocket.
"Hoh!" cried John McIntyre derisively, "what is the use telling that to a man who knows the world? That's a tale for children and old women! What do you know about the Almighty's care?" His eyes ran fiercely over his visitor. "You! Because you are well fed and well clothed, and prosperous, you think that all the world is the same, and that your God is a miracle of kindness. He may be to you.
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