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Wall, the Honey ketched up Fanny in a jiff, and tossed her out, and was out herself afore I knowed it, and I was jest a goin fur to git out when the teams cum together kersmash, and I was pitched head fust clean over Wycoff's sled inter the road, and would no doubt hev been killed but my time hadn't come. 'Tween you and me, it is foreordinated that we won't die till our time comes.
"As you please," replied Roswell; "you and Jeff may settle that between you." "And ther's nothing to sittle, as me mither used to obsarve whin she looked into the impty coffee-pot; Jiff won't pretind that he knows anything of this country so long as he is in the prisence of mesilf."
"Say, they got a long lemonade they don't make bad in here sliced orange and a cherry on top. I'll go you one. I guess it won't take a jiff." "Good!" cried Clayton, leading the way without more ado into the Jessup. He picked up his raincoat which he had left on a chair near the door, flung over his travelling bag, and carried both with him through the swing doors into the buffet.
"Thanks, but I'm only staying a jiff. Got to make another call and it's nearly noon now. Would you mind if I leave the door open? The smoke's pretty thick." "Hit you with an umbrella, eh?" chortled the lawyer with jovial skepticism as he tilted back in his swivel chair. "Deduction: It had a knob on the end of it! Sentence: Thirty days in the woods!" and Mr.
"Nearly all the mercury will ooze through the bag, and we can use the same agin in the cask. The impure goold will be placed on a shovel and held over a hot fire till the mercury has gone off in vapor, and only the pure goold is lift, or rather there's just a wee bit of the mercury still hanging 'bout the goold; but we'll make a big improvement whin Jiff comes back.
"Oh, you, Roger," he said, "come in here a jiff." With a terrific yawn, Roger appeared in the doorway. Win was in bed, a lighted lamp on a table by his pillow. "Could I get down to that cave?" he asked. "You could get down," Roger remarked judicially. "It's rather steep but there's only one bad rock. Still," he added, "if you waited till the tide was even lower, yon could walk round that.
I assure you I haven't said a word to a soul, miss, guessing as you wanted it kep' from the Mistress, and you can't trust female maids." "But how did you know I had gone out to the Solomons?" asked Smith. "'Twas a bit in the Times first put me on the scent, sir, about a sensation in Constantinople about two daring and intrepid airmen that came down there sudden-like and went away in a jiff.
But, Lord, look you, sir hearts and souls alive, man the next instant, in a jiff, I was blind as a bat both eyes out all befogged and bedeadened with black foam the whale's tail looming straight up out of it, perpendicular in the air, like a marble steeple.
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