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They all said it every one of them. But I'm sorry, m'am, and I won't do it no more I won't, honest." "You won't, won't you? Well, I sh'd RECKON you won't!" "No'm, I'm honest about it; I won't ever do it again till you ask me." "Till I ASK you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you'll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you or the likes of you."
Kate! Susan!" Doors slammed, cries echoed, stairs shook, as trembling servants rushed responsive. Crashing of cans, rushing of water, called them to the bathroom. "Oh, m'am! What is it?" Water flew in sprays as the agonised mother tested its temperature with her hands; cans rattled as she kicked them from where, in dragging one from the shelf, the others had clattered about her feet.
"Say, if he's a friend of yours, you can be sure you'll be looked after all right down to Hamilton. We think a sight of him down there. He's a fine man, m'am; yes, indeed, a fine man!" Eleanor looked startled, and only Bessie's quick pinch of her arm prevented Dolly from crying out in surprise and disgust.
M'am! Whatever is it?" The devoted woman paused at the head of the stairs; screamed down orders: "Sticking-plaster! Lint! Cotton-wool! Mr. Bob has had an accident! Hot-water bottles! Ice! Doctor! Go for the doctor, one of you!" A figure with battered face above vest and pants bounded from its room. "No!" Bob roared. "No!" "No!" Mrs.
They had been talking about him those two grown-up people. He knew the kind of things they had said: "It's very tiresome of him to be out so late, Mrs. Withers," and, "Boys is worritting, outrageous critters, M'am," and the cruel impossibility of reaching their far-off impervious understanding lamed him before the door had opened. Mrs.
"Terrible bad she is, and cryin' out for 'ee, m'am." In the midst of this confusion appeared a veiled and cloaked figure, apparently belonging to Mrs. Barraclough, who nervously flapped hands and hastened, surrounded by a babbling mob of servitors, toward the nearest window.
Or I wouldn't have said anything about it. I suppose you're all right. You've got a sort of half-respectable look about you. I suppose you 'aven't done anything." "Bit of Arson," said Mr. Polly, as if he jested. "So long as you haven't the habit," said the plump woman. "My first time, M'am," said Mr. Polly, munching his way through an excellent big leaf of lettuce. "And my last."
He looked kind of hurt, and says: "I'm surprised at you, m'am." "You're s'rp Why, what do you reckon I am? I've a good notion to take and Say, what do you mean by kissing me?" He looked kind of humble, and says: "I didn't mean nothing, m'am. I didn't mean no harm. I I thought you'd like it." "Why, you born fool!"
"There was none?" "Nomum." "And he couldn't find Lieutenant Stuart?" "Nomum. He look fur him in de telegraph office an' everywhar." "Why don't he come why don't he come?" she sighed. "I spec dem wires is done down, an' de news 'bout Secesum come froo de country fum Richmon' by horseback, M'am." The girl sighed again wearily. "The coffee and sandwiches ready, Ben?" "Yassam.
They all said it every one of them. But I'm sorry, m'am, and I won't do it no more I won't, honest." "You won't, won't you? Well, I sh'd RECKON you won't!" "No'm, I'm honest about it; I won't ever do it again till you ask me." "Till I ASK you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay you'll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you or the likes of you."
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