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Before it had died away the second bullet followed the first, with the same result or rather lack of result, and another louder "O-oh!" arose. Then Jana tranquilly shut his mouth, having finished trumpeting, and as though to give me a still better target, turned broadside on and stood quite still.
"O-oh!" all the girls cried with one voice, and they stared at the river and the shore as if they might even then see the shells dashing down the stream and the shouting crowds in the steamers and on the banks. Below Newburgh the river narrowed beneath upstanding cliffs and a point jutted out into the water. "Do you recognize that piece of land?" Mr. Emerson asked. No one did.
As it was, the fearful force of concussion sent him sprawling headlong on the ground. A shower of small fragments of rock and of loose dirt fell about him. Yet Jack was up again, like a flash, never stopping to inquire whether he had been hurt. "O-oh!" came the groan, from Hal Hastings. "There, in a second!" panted Captain Jack, beginning to run again. A blow sounded, then a fall.
Don't you think it, brother you ain't found one of that sort here!" The conductor's eyes suddenly widened, became blood-shot. "O-oh! You sheeny!" he began to roar. "I ought to take a skunk like you and under the train with you!" But Horizon at once flew at him like a cock. "What? Under the train? But do you know what's done for words like that? A threat by action!
"When all is said and done, it was I, in a measure, who prepared the romance," said the blackbird. "But, honestly speaking, I prefer things as they were in the old days. Then one could sit here in peace and quiet. Now we run the risk every moment of somebody or other coming and sticking up his head and saying, 'Well, I never! or 'Did you ever? or 'O-oh! or 'A-ah!"
"Oh, Phronsie, I don't believe you know what you're dancing for," cried Ben with a laugh, and seizing her as the bustle died down a bit. "Yes, I do, Bensie," said Phronsie, struggling to get down to dance again. "Well, what is it then?" "Joel and Davie said 'O-oh' and 'Goody'!" hummed Phronsie, beginning to dance harder than ever. "I thought so," laughed Ben.
I also write for the press!" I said this quite grandly, on the strength of my contributing an occasional magazine article at stray intervals to one of the current periodicals getting one accepted for every dozen that were "declined with thanks;" and, being the "musical critic" of a very weakly weekly! "O-oh, indeed!" she exclaimed.
'Yes, Trixie, he said, 'they're the first proofs of my book. 'O-oh! cried Trixie, with a gasp of delight, 'not "Sweet Bells Jangled," Mark? 'No, not "Sweet Bells Jangled," it it's a book you don't know about a little thing I don't expect very much from, but my publishers seem to like it, and I can follow it up with the "Bells" afterwards.
And I'm going to have it out with you." "Well, you won't have me out with you if you talk till midnight." "Why not?" Her smile had its delicious tremulous quality. "Were you twenty-one last birthday or twelve? If you think you'll be lonely, ask for Christine. She's your sister I'm not!" The emphasis and faint inflection of the last words had their intended effect. Roy's face fell. "O-oh, I see.
But never you fret: I'm upsides with Pamphlett. This is my house, ma'am: an' here I bide till it pleases me to quit." "O-oh!" sighed Mrs Penhaligon dejectedly, "then it puts me in a very awkward position, if you don't mind my sayin' so." "How is it awkward, ma'am?" asked Nicky-Nan, rubbing his unshaven chin with the point of the trowel. "Well, Mr Nanjivell, I dare say you meant it well enough.
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