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So she just tucks him under one arm, claps a hand over his mouth, and lugs him kickin' and strugglin' into the lib'ry, givin' Nutt a shove to one side as she brushes by. You can guess too there was some panicky doin's in the Ellins's drawin' room for the next few minutes; Mr. Robert and Marjorie and others tryin' to tell Hamilton what they thought of him, all at the same time.
The daily lecture: "I doughno what's th'matter with you fellers. You look like nice boys. Well-edjucated. But you're so dirty in your habits. You boys are always kickin' because I don't put you on a car together. I'm ashamed to do it, that's why. I doughtwanta give this section a black eye. We gotta show these lousy Frenchmen what Americans are. We gotta show we're superior to 'em.
"You're the organization, aren't you?" queried Langdon. "Why, yes. Are you just gettin' wise?" cried Sanders. "Haven't I got fellers, voters, VOTERS, VOTERS, d n it, hangin' on to me that needs to be taken care of! An' so I make the fellers that work help those that don't. Why, Langdon, what'n h l are you kickin' an' questioning' about? Didn't you get my twelve votes in the Legislature?
So he goes down to see Miss Pickett, an' bimeby me an' him meets up in front o' the eatin' house, an' he up an' asked me if I could tell him who owns that little roan cayuse kickin' up his heels over in the feed corral.
"I heerd she never drove again." "Any childern?" "Buckboards full of 'em." "Men too?" "I have shed conside'ble men in my time." "By kickin'?" "Any way that come along. Fallin' back over the dash is as handy as most." "They must be turr'ble afraid o' you daowntaown?" "They've sent me here to get rid o' me. I guess they spend their time talkin' over my campaigns.""I wanter know!" "Yes, sir.
A good bein' I take to, but a bad bein' I'm careless with; an' I don't make no more o' slingin' his name round nor I do kickin' an old boot." Mr. Snow was obliged to laugh, and half a dozen others, who had gathered about them, joined in a merry chorus. Then Miss Snow came out and whispered to her father, and gave a roguish glance at Jim.
"I'm in favour of blanky well tarrin' an' featherin' him an' kickin' him out of the town!" shouted Bogan. "It would be a good turn to his wife, too; she'd be well rid of the ." "Perhaps she's fond of him," suggested Mitchell; "I've known such cases before. I saw them sitting together on the veranda last night when they thought no one was looking."
That seemed a better paradox than most. Mina nodded approvingly. "What does the Bank say about Barililand, Theo?" called Disney. Lord Hove paused in the act of drinking a glass of wine. "Well, they're just wonderin' who's goin' to do the kickin'," said Theo. "And who's going to take it?" Disney seemed much amused. Lord Hove had turned a little pink.
"My friend," said Bane, softly, "if that wass not an evil speerut, I will be fery much surprised." "No, Tonald, it wass not a speerut," replied the other, as they returned to their fortress. "Speeruts will not be kickin' an' slappin' like that; they are not corporeal." While these scenes were enacting on the margin of Lake Wichikagan, Lumley and Mozwa arrived at the enemy's camp.
"Now, look yar, Geo'ge," said the negro, remonstratively, "you is a slabe; das a fact, an' no application ob fut rule or compasses, or the mul'plication table, or any oder table, kin change dat. Dere you am a slabe! But you ain't a 'bused slabe, a whacked slabe, a tortered slabe, a dead slabe. You're all alibe an' kickin', Geo'ge!
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