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"I guess not," said Simon, slowly; "I don't have no special hankerin' after Belial, myself. Do you happen to know a man named Conrad Christie?" "Him's the gentleman," the red-silk Hebe volunteered. "Him in the yeller beard and the red necktie, rakin' in the chips." Amberley took a critical survey of his adversary.
"Well, I could have guessed that, seein' that nobody else has had anything to do with ye but him for ten years past." "But him's not only good to me good to everybody," continued the girl with increasing animation. "You not know how good can't know." "Certainly not," assented March; "it ain't possible to know, not havin' bin told; but if you'll tell me I'll listen."
'I dun know, he said in a high, treble voice, 'I dun know whether I speak for anybody but myself very likely not; but what I do know, and he raised his right hand and shook it with a gesture of curious felicity, 'is this, what Mr. Elsmere starts I'll join, 'where he goes I'll go what's good enough for him's good enough, for me.
"O Lord!" cried the negro, "ef Mist' Dode was hyur! Him's goin', an' him's las' breff is given ter de beast! Mars' Joe," calling in his ear, "fur God's sake say um prayer!" The man moved restlessly, half-conscious. "I wish David was here, to pray for me." The negro gritted his teeth, choking down an oath. "I wish, I thort I'd die at home, allays. That bed I've slep' in come thirty years.
After she had handed over the receipt prepared beforehand by Kilquhanity, she replied to M. Garon's inquiry concerning her husband in these words: "Misther Garon, sir, such a man it is enough to break the heart of anny woman. And the timper of him Misther Garon, the timper of him's that awful, awful! No conshideration, and that ugly-hearted, got whin a soldier b'y!
When his speeches hobble vilely, What "Hear him's" burst from Brother Hiley; When his faltering periods lag, Hark to the cheers of Brother Bragge. When parliament reassembled on November 22 the opposition was still disunited, and, though Windham severely condemned the inadequacy of the provision made for national defence, he did not venture to divide against the government.
"Wel-l...." George floundered helplessly for a moment; and fell back again upon an imagination for the time being stimulated to an abnormal degree of inventiveness: "P'raps old Shaynon's double-crossed her somehow we don't know nothin' about. He ain't above it, if all they tell of him's true.
Tom got bully dinner to-day, and bully sleep in de barn, and bully supper, but wasn't sleepy den hicco, hicco." "Well, Tom, what news about what you know?" "In toder house," replied Tom; "him sleeps in Peg Finigan's sometimes, and sometimes in toder again dat is, Mary Mahon's. Him's afeared o' something hard him say so, sure, to ould Peg."
He observed that the doctor had never been called in to one of his family, and it was evident that he did not understand the complication of things which rendered the doctor's visit necessary. "You'll never live so long as that old man," the farmer said to Robert. "No; but when he goes, all of him's gone," Robert answered.
You can sleep in it too." "Sleep with a fakir? I? Allah! I am a Rajput, sahib! A sergeant of the Rajput Horse, retired!" "I wouldn't want to sleep with him myself!" admitted Brown. "Come and look at him. You can smell him from here, but the sight of him's the real thing!" The Rajput swaggered up beside Brown, after loosening his horse's girths and lifting the saddle for a moment.
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