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"I've never been placed in such a ridiculous position before," he went on, with a sepulchral equanimity of tone. "It's you, Martin, who dragged me into it. However, it's my own fault too. I ought to but I was really too bored to use my brain, and yours is not to be trusted. You are a hothead!" A blasphemous exclamation of grief escaped from Ricardo. Not to be trusted! Hothead!
That pawnbroker was an artist. The year after, when I was in Buffalo again, it occurred to me to go in and see if I could get back any of my belongings. I was just a bit ashamed of myself, and represented that I was a brother of the young hothead who had gone to the war.
I know not the cause, yet the younger man left him angrily, and passed by where I stood, with his hands clinched." "De Artigny, hey!" Cassion's voice had a ring of pleasure in it. "Ay! he is a hothead. Know you where the young cock is now?" "He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not your order, Monsieur?"
Don went so dreadfully to pieces." "Sentimental old hothead," grumbled Brian, touched and pleased. "I love him for it." "I wonder if you realize how much he cares!" "For you?" asked Brian quietly. "Yes." "No, no," said Joan, coloring. "For you. For you he has worked through splendidly to to less of self. And so has Don. It's a wonderful tribute, Brian.
"My dear Hothead, they are big enough to look out for themselves." "Nobody is big enough to kill slander." "Nonsense, child. You make a mountain out of a mole hill. People WILL gossip. It really isn't of the least importance what they gabble about." "Especially when you want to amuse yourself by making a fool of Mr. Farnum," retorted the downright Alice with a touch of asperity.
Look me in the eye, old hothead, and tell me if you would have stood by while the last Loring look at him as he rides with his head in the air and his soul in the clouds was shot down before your very eyes at the bidding of that fat monk! If you would, then I disown you as my father." "Nay, Samkin, if it was like that, then perhaps what you did was not so far amiss.
He's savin' that hothead kid the blood of a killin' on his hands. Guess I'm glad." The next moments were abounding with amazing incident. It seemed as though a flying, priestly figure had been absorbed in the life-and-death struggle. He seemed to become part of it. Then, with kaleidoscopic suddenness, the men lay apart, and the death strangle hold of Bull Sternford was broken.
This regiment was commanded by Colonel Pinoteau, an energetic and capable man, very brave, but something of a hothead, although he appeared outwardly phlegmatic. He was a follower of Bernadotte and one of the most enthusiastic of the conspirators. He promised to deliver his regiment, where he was extremely popular.
"And, my husband he knew all this before he left me here?" "Nay! That he did not! Had I told him, he had disobeyed his orders and shamed his service; he is young yet, and a hothead! He will be far along the road to Jundhra before he knows what burns. And then he will remember that he trusts me and obey orders and press on!" "And you knew and did not tell him!" "Of a truth I knew!"
"Aye, hothead! And burn thy brother's barn with what is in it! The Hindus here are many, and we are few, and there will be burnings and saberings a-plenty before a week is past, if I read the signs aright! Once before have I heard such murmurings. Once before I have seen chupatties sent from house to house at sunset and that time blood ran red along the roadside for a month to follow!
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