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Hell's popping here you know that better than most people. And I'm up to my neck in it. If I've got to marry you to keep you out of my hair, I will." Her face was pasty-white, but she bent her head, and fluttered her eyelashes up at him. "So romantic," she sighed. "You sweep me off my feet. You Why, you " "Me or Trench!
Aw saw a faace look out o' window o' hoose by tinsmith's shop, an' that faace was like hell's picture-aye, 'twas a killiagous faace that! Aw never again could pass that house. 'Twas a woman's faace. Horrible 'twas, an' sore sad an' flootered aw were, for t' faace was like a lass aw loved when aw wur a lad."
She would have me me, the King's man, look you! save Hugues at the peril of my seignory! And I protest to you, by the most high and pious Saint Nicolas the Confessor," Reinault swore, "that sooner than see this huckster go unpunished, I would lock Hell's gate on him with my own hands!" For a moment Adhelmar stood with his jaws puffed out, as if in thought, and then he laughed like a wolf.
Worn and haggard from his night's riding, Rufus Hardy rode along with Judge Ware and the ladies, explaining the situation to them. The sheep had come in from the far east, crossing where sheep had never crossed before, at the junction of Hell's Hip Pocket Creek and the drought-shrunk Salagua.
Yea, if ye could not, though ye would, lift hand Ye halting leaders to abridge Hell's reign. . . If such your plight, most hapless ye of men! But if ye could and would not, oh, what plea, Think ye, shall stead you at your trial, when The thundercloud of witnesses shall loom At the Assizes of Eternity? The application of these burning lines is painfully obvious.
"'In purgathory, says he; 'but he won't be there long. "'Well, says I, 'that's a comfort, anyhow. "'I am glad you think so, says he; 'but there's more of the other opinion. "'What's that? says I. "'That hell's worse. "'Oh, melia-murther! says I, 'is that it? "'Ay, that's it.
I went hustling lumber and worked two days, leaving because it took the skin off my hands. Finally I could not pay the rent, was dispossessed, and then went to live in "Hell's Kitchen," in Thirty-ninth Street, where my son was born. Our friends thought the baby would bring Mary and me closer together, as it sometimes does. But what did I care for a baby!
And still it bends its burning gaze On mine, till drops of terror start From my hot brow, and hell's fierce blaze Is kindled in my brain and heart. I long for death, yet dare not die, Though life is now a weary curse; But oh, that dread eternity May bring a punishment far worse!"
"Come ahn, deh hull damn gang of yehs, come ahn," she roared at the spectators. An oath or two, cat-calls, jeers and bits of facetious advice were given in reply. Missiles clattered about her feet. "What deh hell's deh matter wid yeh?" said a voice in the gathered gloom, and Jimmie came forward. He carried a tin dinner-pail in his hand and under his arm a brown truckman's apron done in a bundle.
"I don't," spoke up Old Pete, shuffling by on his bandy legs, "sometimes that quiet, soft-spoken kind rises an' then hell's to pay in their veecinity." But Wylackie looked at the weazened snow-packer with his snake-like eyes and snapped out a warning. "Some folks takes sides too quick, sometimes." But Old Pete went on about his business.
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