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Of course their game's fair enough. I will say that you gave them their opening; stood yourself for a target with that statement of yours. Howsomever, you ain't obligated to keep on acting as the nigger head in the shooting gallery. "Let 'em write; let 'em ask questions in the papers; let 'em heckle you on the stump.
I am either a great immortal, whom it would be most unwise to heckle or I am very good eating, in which case it is a pity to let me grow thinner." "It shall be our care, dear lady," I added, "to maintain this status of godship and to that end we must arrange a little program of simple miracles from time to time.
I am more in demand by the new-rich, like Heckle here, who, with his precious son, does not know how to treat a guest, even when that guest is hired." "But I should think," said Miss Linderham, "that a man like you would go to South Africa or Australia, where there are great things to be done. I imagine, from the insight I have had into your character, you would make a good fighter.
There were a lot of them at the lecture I gave when I first met you, I remember. One of them tried to heckle me. He had a red beard. Chaps with red beards are always hecklers. I laid him low on that occasion. Well, Murchison, and now we're going to see." "What?" "Whether my companion has departed." "Tell me do you feel any expectation of well of again thinking something is there?"
"I know it's quite safe anywhere," replied Heckle. "You've got the straight tip from me; now see you pay attention to it." Heckle turned away, and Lord Stansford, after standing there for a moment, wandered back to the middle room. The conversation had taken place somewhat near a heavily-curtained window, and the two men stood slightly apart from the other guests.
So five or six of them, all speaking together, began to heckle and cross-question Pelivan. "Are there no more barbers in Stambul that you make such a fuss over this particular one?" "What an infamous thing to demand the lives of a couple of Janissaries for the sake of a single beard-scraper!" "May you and your Kapu-Kiaja have no other pastime in Paradise than the shaving of innumerable beards!"
To find fault with this man for not being a seer, or to feel superior to him for not being an idealist, or to heckle him for not being a sociologist, when here he was all the time with this mighty frenzy or heat in him that could melt down the chaos of a world while we looked, weld it to his will, and then lift his arm and smite it, though all men said him nay back into a world again to heckle over this man's not being a complete sociologist or professor is not worthy of thoughtful and manful men.
She sunk fainting in her chair as she let go the rope, and clapped her hands to her ears, so that no sound came up from the stone street below. When she staggered into her room, all was silence. The large mansion of Louis Heckle, millionaire and dealer in gold mines, was illuminated from top to bottom.
Carteret got on his feet and walked away a few paces, continuing to heckle himself with merciless honesty and rather unprintable humour invoking even the historic name of Abishag, virgin and martyr, and generally letting himself "have it hot."
And thereupon to the constant accompaniment of his cigarette, and with the utmost composure and good temper, he began to "heckle" his companion, putting questions, suggesting perfidious illustrations, extracting innocent admissions, with a practised shrewdness and malice, which presently left the unfortunate Bateson floundering in a sea of his own contradictions, and totally unable for the moment to attach any rational idea whatever to those great words of his favourite science, wherewith he was generally accustomed to make such triumphant play, both on the platform and in the bosom of the family.
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