United States or Albania ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The drink was working on his brain as it was on Jakin's. "'Old on! I know something better than fightin'," said Jakin, stung by the splendour of a sudden thought due chiefly to rum. "Tip our bloomin' cowards yonder the word to come back. The Paythan beggars are well away. Come on, Lew! We won't get hurt. Take the fife an' give me the drum. The Old Step for all your bloomin' guts are worth!
Tulliver naturally wanted to hear all the particulars of Tom's trading adventures, and he listened with growing excitement and delight. He was curious to know what had been said on every occasion; if possible, what had been thought; and Bob Jakin's part in the business threw him into peculiar outbursts of sympathy with the triumphant knowingness of that remarkable packman.
Sir Wulfric, I salute thee. He saluted after the modern military manner, and set off running to the sand-pit, Jakin's long boots keeping up easily. He found the Fairy. He dug it up, he woke it up, he implored it to give him one more wish. 'I've done two to-day already, it grumbled, 'and one was as stiff a bit of work as ever I did.
He saluted after the modern military manner, and set off running to the sand-pit, Jakin's long boots keeping up easily. He found the Fairy. He dug it up, he woke it up, he implored it to give him one more wish. "I've done two to-day already," it grumbled, "and one was as stiff a bit of work as ever I did."
Jakin might be pounding Lew, or Lew might be rubbing Jakin's head in the dirt, but any attempt at aggression on the part of an outsider was met by the combined forces of Lew and Jakin; and the consequences were painful.
The tumult of emotion she had been enduring for the last twelve hours seemed to have left a great calm in her; without screaming, she hurried with the candle upstairs to Bob Jakin's bedroom. The door was ajar; she went in and shook him by the shoulder. "Bob, the flood is come! it is in the house; let us see if we can make the boats safe."
Maggie was silent a little while, and then said, "Let us go to Bob Jakin's, mother; his wife will have room for us, if they have no other lodger." So they went on their way to St. Ogg's, to the old house by the river-side.
You may even call him a coward without finding more than a boot whiz past your ear, but you must not call a man a bastard unless you are prepared to prove it on his front teeth. "You might ha' kep' that till I wasn't so sore," said Lew sorrowfully, dodging round Jakin's guard. "I'll make you sorer," said Jakin genially, and got home on Lew's alabaster forehead.
You may even call him a coward without finding more than a boot whiz past your ear, but you must not call a man a bastard unless you are prepared to prove it on his front teeth. "You might ha' kep' that till I wasn't so sore," said Lew, sorrowfully, dodging round Jakin's guard. "I'll make you sorer," said Jakin, genially, and got home on Lew's alabaster forehead.
The drink was working on his brain as it was on Jakin's. "'Old on! I know something better than fightin'," said Jakin, stung by the splendor of a sudden thought due chiefly to rum. "Tip our bloomin' cowards yonder the word to come back. The Paythan beggars are well away. Come on, Lew! We won't get hurt. Take the fife an' give me the drum. The Old Step for all your bloomin' guts are worth!
Word Of The Day