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Then, looking at Rolf, Indian shook his head as though to say all was over; the poor wretch had a woodman's constitution, and in spite of a mangled, dying body, he revived again. They gave him more hot tea, and again he began in a whisper: "I hed one arm free an' an' an' I might a got out m-m but I hed no wrench I lost it some place m-m-m-m.
"Of course, and I'm after a berth as pump-man on your oil ship sailing to-day for the Gulf." "And what, may I ask, do you know of our class of ships?" "Only what I've heard most modern oil-tankers afloat, and I'd like to try one out and sail the Gulf again, if you'll give me the chance." "M-m what are your qualifications?" "Qualifications? For pump-man on an oil-tanker?" "Pump-man yes.
She lives across the street, and as soon as ever she has finished her luncheon, there she is, out on the front porch hallooing: "Oo-hoo!" How about that? And if he so much as looks at another girl m-M! The first bass is one of these fellows with a flutter in his voice. No, I don't mean a vibrato. It's a flutter, like a goat's tail. It is considered real operatic.
"Think of the hundred-dollar bill, maybe, to be carried home and laid in the wife's lap," said Long Steve. "Or the roaring night ashore when a fellow's not a family man m-m !" said Eddie Parsons. Eddie was not a family man.
"Did you ever see him, D.?" "O-oh, well! Think I'm goin' to tell everything I know? Well, I guess not." "Well, but did you now?" "M-well, that 'd be tellin'." "Aw, now, D., tell me." "Look out what you're doin'. Now see that. You pretty near made me mash my thumb." "Aw, now, D., tell me. I think you might. I don't believe you ever did." "Oh, you don't, hey? Well, if you had 'a saw what I saw. M-m!
The ultimate conclusion even cannot be disregarded: we must admit a set of eggs represented by m-m, or zero, females and of n+m males, one of the sexes being completely replaced by the other. Conversely, it must be possible for the feminine series to be augmented from the masculine series to the extent of absorbing it entirely.
"M-m," was the stranger's only oral comment upon this startling announcement; but what he thought might have been partially interpreted through the pitying light that entered his eyes. He approached the girl and started to lay his hand upon her forehead. She drew back with a savage little growl. A smile touched his lips. "You need not fear me," he said. "I shall not harm you.
"I don't know, but it was a good pile; I know that." "And how much did Mr. Duncan win?" "I don't know that, either; but I hope it was a good roll, for he won about all Withrow lost." "M-m but aren't you in love with your old employer? But let's not mind common money matters. What do you think of the Johnnie Duncan for a vessel?" "She's a dog a dog." "Isn't she!
"You sn n n n neaks!" he sobbed, addressing the others, who had flown from all parts at his noisy outcry, "you m-m mean p p p pigs! I h hadn't n n no fo o ow-l, and I've h h had all the b b b beating! y you s s sn n-neaks! oh h h h! ah h h h! oh h h h! oh h h-h! I'm b b bleeding all over, I kno o o ow!"
"Beatrice, I want you to answer me when I speak." "M-m did you m-m speak, mama?" Beatrice opened her eyes and closed them, opened them again for a minute longer, yawned daintily, and by these signs and tokens wandered back from dreamland obediently. Her mother sat down upon the edge of the bed, and the bed creaked. Also, Beatrice groaned inwardly; the time of reckoning was verily drawing near.
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