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Pettit had indicated. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, suppose I had lost you," he said brokenly, and then, manlike, reproachfully even in the intensity of his emotion: "What possessed you to go out so far? If it hadn't been for Grace Draper being on hand when you went down, you would never have come back. Harry and I were too far away when Lil screamed to be of any use.
You ope bofe ear, and listum to lil bird. Dat him. Lil blackum yallow bird, go pinkum-winkum-wee."
"I shall never be able to go back to lil' old Broadway and grease paint and a dog kennel in Chorusland." "Sufficient for the day," said Howard, loosening his belt. "If a miracle man blew in here right now with a million dollars in each hand and said: 'Howard Guthrie Oldershaw, he'd be sure to know about the Guthrie, 'this is all yours if you'll come to the city, I'd..."
So the scouts kept giving their views, while Johnny swung there, vainly trying to reach up and catch hold of the limb, with the turkeys twittering, and showing more or less alarm. "Elmer, git me daown outen this, please!" begged the prisoner. "But how can we do it, Johnny, when we don't know the combination of the racket?" demanded Lil Artha.
Once it settles down after a boat's passed, I defy anybody to tell a thing about the same." Lil Artha grinned as though he really pitied the dense ignorance of some people. "You've got another think coming, Toby," he said, drily. "I suppose if you sat down and racked your poor brain a whole week you'd be no nearer knowing what I mean, so I'll have to explain."
Says insur insur-rectos all pretty drunk now ... pretty sleepy.... Fool Injun's goin' take three four 'leven canteens ... bring water back for you. Not f' me! I got somep'n better. 'Sides, he'll get killed ... nice'n dead ... fancy dead ... cut ears off ... cut tongue out firs'! Not f' me! I'm goin' sleep pret' soon. Firs' I'll shing you lil' more!"
She appeared before Calvin Merrivale, presently, like a refreshing apparition from vacancy. It was high noon and Merrivale was dozing in a chair by the rusty stove, in which a fire, prepared against the evening chill, was already burning. "How-de, Mister Merrivale?" Calvin sprang to his feet. "If it ain't lil' Nella-Rose. How'se you-all?" "Right smart.
"You see, sister Lil," continues Marian in a louder tone our tastes differ. You are young, and like better to read the story-books your mother left you, and look at the pictures in them. My mother left me no story-books, nor pictures. She had none; and did not care for them, I fancy. She was half-Indian, you know; and I suppose I am like her: for I too, prefer realities to pictures.
You down on the carpet on all fours, and the lil one straddled across your back and slipping down to your neck. Same for all the world as the man in the picture with the world atop of his shoulders. And your own lil world would be up there, too, laughing and crowing mortal.
Ishmael read so far, and though he did not understand what he read, and it sent no rush of knowledge over his soul, yet a deadly sense of fear, of yet he knew not what, sent his heart pounding through his frame. The letter fell to his knee and Archelaus, watching, said: "I told her to speak 'ee soft and let her lil' body lie against 'ee...."
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