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Besides you are the brother of a person who greatly interested me, and from that person I had in the past heard a very great deal about you, from which I gathered that you had a great influence over her; isn't that enough? Ha-ha-ha! Still I must admit that your question is rather complex, and is difficult for me to answer.
Brother Rabbit fell in the brambles, leaped to his feet, and began to laugh. "Ha-ha-ha! Brother Goat, what a simpleton you are! ha-ha-ha! A better bed I never had! In these brambles I was born!" Brother Goat was in despair, but he could not help himself. Brother Rabbit was safe. A long beard is not always a sign of intelligence. RUTH McENERY STUART
He stood gazing into the fire till recalled to himself by the boiling of the billy; then a triumphant smile invaded his stern features; he took the billy off the crook, threw the tea into it, clapped both hands on my shoulders, and quoted with fine effect that lucid passage from Burns: Bye attour, ma gutcher has A heigh hoose an' a leigh A' firbye ma bony sel', The lad o' Ecclefechan! "Ha-ha-ha!
Sturk hubble-bubble Secretaries of State in the room of the Duke of Grafton and General Conway rubble-dubble venerable prelate ha-ha-ha! hubble-bubble filthy creature hubble-bubble-rubble-dubble. And this did not make him much wiser or merrier. Love has its fevers, its recoveries, and its relapses.
Russell's melodramatic laughter as he approached the sitting-room door, and he trembled. She laughed "Ha-ha-ha" in a concise way, and the sound was constant. "That is her ready sense of fun that you can hear," said Anonyma bitterly. "She is teaching Gustus to see the humorous side." They entered to find poor Cousin Gustus bending like a reed before a perfect gale of "Ha-ha-ha's." Mrs.
Comes morning, the laddie Is led to the pen; But for the prostitute His pals await then. Ha-ha-ha! ... While there can be but little doubt that these four stanzas are an actual transcript from life, Heinrich Heine's "Ein Weib" is such a striking parallel that it may be reproduced here as a matter of interest. The translation is by Mr. Louis Untermeyer. Trans.
Fannie's eyes were mocking and yet kind, and the resentment in John's turned to a purer mortification. A footstep rustled behind him and Barbara said: "We're looking for wild flowers. Do you think we're too early?" "No, I could have picked some this afternoon if I'd felt like it, but it's a sort o' belief with me that nobody ought to pick wild flowers for himself ha-ha-ha!
"I don't believe Annie ever told me his name, but she was talking about him at our house yesterday." "But I wasn't there, Miss Milton." "No," said Miss Milton, "but he's got the next place to yours in the country." I positively leaped from my seat. "Why, good gracious, Carter himself, you mean?" cried Dinnerly, laughing. "Well, that is a good un ha-ha-ha!" She turned a stony glare on me.
Well my dear sir, but would you kill a man three ten men to have that wish? No, you are too tired, and you must have the police. But here there are no police. I am the police. Why do you not kill me? Ha-ha-ha! Then you could take my property. Then you would "make big," as you say. My dear sir, that is a "hunch!" That is "sure fire!" Ha-ha-ha! Then I will kick him out in his coolie cotton pants."
"Ha-ha-ha!" laughed the Reverend John again, throwing back his head with a real enjoyment in his capability for laughter; "You did quite right to disturb me, Bainton, quite right! Where are Sir Morton and his party? What are they doing?"
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