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"Stop a moment," said the lad who was waiting with the basket, looking archly at me, "you hav'n't got through your rudimans yet." "Hold your tongue, Timothy," said Mr Brookes. "That you are not very fond of the rudiments, as Mr Cophagus calls them, is very clear.
"Ah, Ritson," said another young Cheltenhamian to him of the Woodstock gauntlets, "hav'n't you been dancing yet?" "No, Smith, 'pon honour!" answered Mr. Ritson; "it is so overpoweringly hot; no fashionable man dances now; it isn't the thing." "Why," replied Mr.
And what do you suppose the master will think when I display it before him? I hav'n't shown it yet, but you needn't imagine I shall keep your ridiculous secrets. For shame! and you must have led the way in writing such absurdities: he would not have thought of beginning, I'm certain. 'I didn't! I didn't! sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart. 'I didn't once think of loving him till
"Aye, the Pequod that ship there," he said, drawing back his whole arm, and then rapidly shoving it straight out from him, with the fixed bayonet of his pointed finger darted full at the object. "Yes," said I, "we have just signed the articles." "Anything down there about your souls?" "About what?" "Oh, perhaps you hav'n't got any," he said quickly.
She might as well have been dressed in a violin-case. 'Why, who are you? said Dick. To which the only reply was, 'Oh, please will you come and show the lodgings? There never was such an old-fashioned child in her looks and manner. She must have been at work from her cradle. She seemed as much afraid of Dick, as Dick was amazed at her. 'I hav'n't got anything to do with the lodgings, said Dick.
In memory of these merry Christmas days and nights to my friends Mr. and Mrs. Williams, Churchie, May, Gurney, and little Aubrey.... A heavy snow-storm blocking up everything, and keeping us in. But souls, hearts, thoughts, unloos'd. And so one and all, little and big hav'n't we had a good time? Scene.
And you a lieutenant? Five guineas, now, would be saying something." "Five guineas! why I have not so much money. Upon my soul I hav'n't." "Let us see," said one of the party, diving like an adept into Vanslyperken's trousers-pocket, and pulling out his purse. The money was poured out on the table, and twelve guineas counted out.
I'm only a bother and a throuble to you here, and I hav'n't spirits left even to let you see how very much obliged I am to you for all your throuble; but indeed I am in my heart, my dear Mrs. McKeon, both to you and to dear Lyddy and Louey, who have been so very kind to me.
Presently he said, dryly and abruptly, "Reding, do you know any Roman Catholics?" "No," answered Reding; "Willis indeed, but I hav'n't seen even him these two years. It has been entirely the working of my own mind." Carlton did not answer at once; then he said, as dryly and abruptly as before, "I suspect, then, you will have much to bear with when you know them." "What do you mean?" asked Reding.
Hav'n't you never heer'd o' the dukkeripen o' the trúshul shinin' in the sunset sky when the light o' the sinkin' sun shoots up behind a bar o' clouds an' makes a kind o fiery cross? But to go and steal a trushul out of a dead man's tomb why, it's no wonder as the Wynnes is cussed, feyther and child.
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