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Updated: May 13, 2025
All he would say was that the engineering department was still at work, he believed; that the track was approaching Copah, slowly, perhaps, but pretty surely. "But without a head!" snapped the irate president. "Ford is a traitor to the company. Tell him so from me, sir, if you know where he is skulking."
'He cares nothing about us' an irate Boston lady had said in her hearing but he will exploit us! He despises us, but he'll make plenty of speeches and articles out of us you'll see! As for Major Lewinson, the husband of Mr. Manisty's first cousin, she had been conscious all the time of only half believing what he said, of holding out against it. He must be so different from Mr.
"Just as you were beginning to know one end of your stick from the other," growled the irate team captain. Banneker played well that afternoon because he played recklessly. Lack of practice sometimes works out that way; as if luck took charge of a man's play and carried him through.
She pushed the door open a little way and entered the schoolroom without being seen by the angry mistress, who was facing the other way, having driven Henrietta into a corner. Here stood the defiant girl at bay, waving a ruler, which she had snatched from the irate teacher, and warning the latter to let her alone.
Esther turned white, but the dwindling of Malka's semi-divinity had diminished the old woman's power of annoying her. "I want to earn my own living," she said, with a smile that was almost contemptuous. "Do you call that being a Schnorrer?" "Don't argue with me. You're just like your poor mother, peace be upon him!" cried the irate old woman. "You God's fool!
Brinley had parted a laundress armed with a flat-iron from a belligerent cook armed with an ice-pick, and twice the ministers of the law had carried certain irate women bodily forth with the direst of threats lest they should return later and remove the Brinley family from the list of the living. All of which contributed to Mrs.
The irate owner of the garment loudly accuses Oolong of wanting to steal it, and notwithstanding his vigorous protestations to the contrary he is denounced as a thief and summarily ejected from the premises. The last I ever see of Oolong and his white tea-pot and umbrella is when he pauses for a moment to give his accusers a bit of his mind before vanishing into outer darkness.
Presently, however, on being ordered off the rails by an irate truck driver, he made on homeward slowly, his yellow head lowered thoughtfully, the box scraping along behind him at the end of a piece of rope. "Guess they're some kind of soldiers," he told himself, and reflected that they were small to have been sent to war. A hand touched his shoulder, stopping him. He glanced up.
If the men relaxed for a minute, up goes the irate cow's heels, away goes the pail "dowsing" the maid with the foaming milk from head to foot, anon the wild-eyed brute would down horns and charge, the milkeress takes to her heels, then a flight of lassoos, over goes the frantic animal onto her back, the ropes tighten until she was conquered and forced to "give down some of her juice."
Upon looking in that direction himself he burst out with an exclamation: "It's going to strike us this time, boys, as sure as anything!" "What another irate farmer?" cried Josh, laughingly. "Whatever have the scouts been doing this time to raise trouble? We've been accused of trespassing, and stealing chickens; p'raps they'll try to make out we have evil designs on some country bank."
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