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"Fresh air," she said to Grey, jerking her head emphatically toward the open door. "I will, Looey." "Looey! Pish!" It was no admiring glance she bestowed on the slight figure that came down the stairs, and stood timidly waiting for McKinstry. "You're going, Captain?" the old man's nose and mind starting suddenly up from his folio. "Lizzy, eh? Here's the bit of rock. In the coal formation, you say?
The doctor asts if I am crazy. And Looey says he has thought I was from the very first, and some night him and the doctor will be killed whilst asleep.
Then she instituted theatricals, giving, through the aid of the nobility, a very good version of "Peck's Bad Boy" and "Lend Me Five Centimes." She finally lost her influence over Looey the XV, and as he got to be an old man the thought suddenly occurred to him to reform, and so he had Mme. Pompadour beheaded at the age of forty-two years.
"The thirty-three cents is for what you ordered," Alexander J. Dumas explained, "and the three dollars is for the French hangings in the parlor." "Holy Smoke!" I cried; "that fellow Looey the Fifteenth has been doing a lot of work around here, hasn't he?" But the waiter was so busy watching the finish of the change he handed me that he didn't crack a smile.
"We'll be expected to go, too, and I'd sure like another crack at Umanuh, not to mention the Schwandorf outfit," said Knowlton, "but we have friend Rand on our hands now, and our first duty is to get him out of here safely." "Aw, Looey, have a heart! I 'ain't had no action since that li'l' scrap down the river, and I got to have some excitement before we blow.
We've been stringin' ropes across th' sthreet f'r th' people iv Saint Looey f'r thirty years an' handin' thim bricks fr'm th' chimbleys whiniver we got a chance, but we've on'y got wurruds an' loose change f'r thim whin th' hard times comes." "Yes," said Mr. McKenna, "I see even the aldhermen has come to the front, offering relief." "Well," said Mr.
With only the small gun muzzles as targets, he planted bullets so close as to knock dirt more than once into the eyes of the riflemen and render them momentarily useless. After a time he got a bullet fair into a loophole. Knowlton grunted suddenly, swayed back, toppled, fell down the parapet. For a few seconds he lay still. "Looey!" howled Tim. "How ye fixed? Hurt bad?"
It goes down so slick I buy another round, and then one more, lettin' in a thirsty-lookin' stranger on the third round. That makes seven bottles altogether. Then I think mebbe I better pay up now before I lose track. Looey, guess what them seven bottles o' suds come to in American money." "M-m-m! Well, say about three and a half or four dollars." "That's what I figgered," mourned Tim.
But I've noticed that after a man gets the habit of roaming around this terrestial ball it's mighty hard to settle down and watch his vine and fig tree grow." Looey smiles in a sad sort of a way, which he seldom smiled fur anything, and says he guesses he'll like the business. He says they ain't many businesses he could take to. Most of them makes you forget this world is but a fleeting show.
Looey brung it, the doctor never taking his eyes off'n Hank. He handed it to Hank, and he says: "A whiskey glass full three times a day, my friend, and there is a good chance for even you. I give it to you, without money and without price." "But what have I got?" asts Hank. "You have spinal meningitis," says the doctor, never batting an eye. "Will this here cure me?" says Hank.
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