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Ye-es, I've 'eard prettier, but then it's better than a good many, and that's sum-mat, ain't it? And then, as I said afore, it's pretty vell known." "How so?" "Vell, sir, there be some as 'as a leanin' to one branch o' the profession, and some to another, now mine's murders." "Murders?" said Barnabas, staring. "Vith a werry big M., sir.
"Mine's all alterations and corrections. I shall just tear it up." "Well, so shall I." Most of the others followed suit, and made a bonfire in the empty grate with the originals of their essays. The fair copies they placed inside their desks.
Peter sat down on one of the play-boxes and saw, to his disgust, that the eager boy with the piping voice sat down also. "I say," said the piping boy, "don't you like school awfully?" "No, I hate it," said Peter. "Oh, I say! What's your name?" "Peter." "Peter! Oh! but your other name. The fellows will rag you most awfully if you tell them your Christian name." "Westcott, then." "Mine's Cheeseman.
"Mine's a Chinaman's luck," grunted Jack Benson, disgustedly. "Only a gang of drunken hoodlums down there. They'd stand in with anything that is against the police. No use depending on such human cattle." Jack, in fact, grasped the significance of the new riot a little before Fred Radwin did.
"I reckon I was, but you're all right. Shake!" And within Jason, won by the frank eyes and winning smile, the tumult died quickly, and he shook gravely. "My name's Burns Jack Burns." "Mine's Hawn Jason Hawn." The other turned away with a wave of his hand. "See you again." "Shore," said Jason, and then his breast heaved and his heart seemed to stop quite still.
What a life, what a life mine's been, come to think of it! In my young days, I was beaten by a German I was 'prentice to; in the prime of life beaten by my own countrymen, and last of all, in ripe years, see what I have been brought to.... 'Ugh, you flabby soul! said Gavrila Andreitch. 'Why do you make so many words about it? 'Why, do you say, Gavrila Andreitch?
"A man that's too good to write his name next to mine's too good to stay in the same house with me. You'll hit the breeze out of here, pardner, or you'll swaller lead!" The girl came swiftly from behind the counter, and ran lightly to the door. Morgan put up his hand to silence the young man, knowing well that he could catch his slow arm before he could drag his gun two inches from the holster.
"Mulvaney, the dawn's risin'," said Ortheris, "an' we're no nearer 'ome than we was at the beginnin'. Lend me your pouch. Mine's all dust." Mulvaney pitched his pouch over, and filled his pipe afresh.
"Mine's like that, too; only it's our ship's Sergeant of Marines with him." Master Freckles's choice in the matter of an idol had evidently not lacked the wise guidance of his nurse. The boats swung alongside in the calm waters of the basin. The Torpedo Lieutenant handed his freight of frills and furbelows to the Coxswain's outstretched arms.
Both sons of the old man." She smiled. "Ah," she said. "I've an appointment with him, too. Only mine's at home. I must be going. I'm keeping him waiting now." She held out her hand. I looked at it. "You've made a mistake," I said. "I know for a fact he's going to be at the Carlton." "No good! I know the family.
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