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Then she said: 'What I don't like about it is the Captain can't ride in it. I'm not going to keep it, she said." "That was for effect," remarked Lee. "Don't be nasty, Mrs. Congdon. You can't look into her big serious eyes and say such things." Lee looked at Alice. "Oh, well, if it comes down to 'big serious eyes, then all criticism is valueless. Aren't men curious?
In other places could be perceived the nasty movements of men about the stables, evidently engaged in leading out and saddling horses, and making other preparations for mounting; and then followed the sounds of the quick, short gallop of their steeds, starting off, on express, in various directions, under the sharply applied lashes of excited riders, and distinctly revealing their different routes out of the village, by the streams of fire that flew from their rapidly striking hoofs on the gravelly and frozen ground.
I don't want you to get it, ugly Mary, and I don't want nasty Florence to get it; but I want you, sweet, dear, darling Kitty, to get it. You shall you shall!" "You are a very rude little thing, but I don't mind," said Mary, laughing good-humoredly.
Next night, the gentlemen hired the 'Maid of the Mist' the little steamboat, you know, that you see in this picture and we sailed round and round below the Falls all night, dancing all the time. We went so near the Falls twice, that I got quite wet with the nasty spray, and caught cold; but that didn't prevent me from dancing all the next night, at the International.
"I will go this afternoon at tea-time, Arabella, if you can assure me there won't be any horrid smell of carbolic or nasty drugs about I know there always are when people have cuts to be dressed, and I really could not stand it. It would give me one of my bad attacks of nerves." And Miss Clinker was reluctantly obliged to assure her employer that those days were passed, and that Mr.
Brown tells them nasty stories, not about people alone, but about systems; systems of money, systems of work, systems of government. And because nasty stories are always luscious reading, and because it is easier to believe evil than good about anything, twice every day, as he produces his morning and evening editions, Brown is polluting the head waters of our national existence.
But raging fever made me quite indifferent to this and all other interests. Sunday, December 17, 1899. We are sick of the siege. Enteric and dysentery are steadily increasing. Food for men and horses is short and nasty. Ammunition must be used with care. The longing for the English mail has almost become a disease.
I was no heroine, only a common little bush-girl, so had to make the best of the situation without any fooling. I raised my eyes from the scanty baked wisps of grass at my feet, placed my hand on Hal's arm, and tiptoeing so as to bring my five-foot stature more on a level with his, said: "Yes, Hal, I know what you want to say. Say it all. I won't be nasty."
"Who?" cried Mark excitedly; "a savage?" "Yes, sir," said Billy, grinning and holding Bruff, "savage enough. Nay, nay, my lad, you lie down. It wouldn't do you no good to go overboard now." "A large one, too," said the captain, resting on his oar. "Ay, he's a nasty customer," said the mate. "What is?" cried Mark eagerly. "What is it you can all see?" "Shark!" said the captain. "Where? Where?
And so we find, in the extracts from the joint diary of Mary and Shelley, Harriet written of as selfish, as indulging in strange behaviour, and even, when she sends her creditors to Shelley, as the nasty woman who compels them to change their lodgings. What recriminations and heart-burnings, neglect felt on one side and "insulting selfishness" on the other!
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