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Updated: June 9, 2025
I wish I wish I could have reaped just one single, solitary, big Emotion before the world had caught it and appraised it and taxed it and licensed it and staled it!" "Oh-ho!" said the Traveling Salesman with a little sharp indrawing of his breath. "Oh-ho! So that's what the Young Electrician makes you think of, is it?"
"I reckon she's kind of got used to my homely face, and if I have any good points at all, you can bet she's found 'em. Anyway, one night a couple of months ago she dropped a hint that was like manna from the sky. I've been livin' on it ever since. 'Nelson, says she, 'there's only one man I'd have, and that's the man who will put Gopher on the map." "Oh-ho!" says I. "Hence the buttons?"
"My guess is that there's a skirt in the background," says I. "Oh-ho!" says Pinckney. "Touched!" says Larry. Pinckney aims the cigarette case at him, remarkin' savage, "The story or your life. Come, now!" Larry springs that wistful, twisty smile of his and goes on. "It happened here, eight years ago, as I was on my way to No. 6.
"Oh-ho, you are Sam Whaley's kids, heh?" "Uh-huh," returned Bobby. "An' I know who yer are, too." "So?" said the man. "Uh-huh, yer Jake Vodell, the feller what's a-goin' to make all the big bugs hunt their holes, and give us poor folks a chance. Gee, but I'd like to be you!" The man showed his strong white teeth in a pleased smile. "You are all right, kid," he returned.
The workman goes sometimes to the big house on the hill to see his millionaire friends, does he?" The Interpreter answered, coldly, "I can't discuss Miss Ward with you, sir." "Oh-ho! And now I will answer your question as to my interest. This John Ward is already a boss in the Mill. His father, everybody tells me, is not well.
"Oh-ho, now dear old Grandpa, you have been sleeping and dreaming of somebody you are mistaking for me. Don't fret for not spoiling me more than you do. I am pampered enough dear knows.
'Ye wudden't have th' ol' woman wurrukin' in th' mills, she says. ''Twas all a joke, she says. 'Oh-ho, th' ol' woman! he says. 'Th' ol' woman! Well, that's a horse iv another color, he says.
Jake Vodell laughed understandingly. "Oh-ho, so that is it? Maybe you like to see my credentials before we talk?" The Interpreter held up a hand in protest. "Your reputation is sufficient, Mr. Vodell." The man acknowledged the compliment as he construed it with a shrug and a pleased laugh. "And all that is said of you by the laboring class in your little city is sufficient," he returned.
We are the tired people; the load is never lifted from our backs. Ah, do we not pay indeed!" "Oh-ho!" ejaculated Thorpe. He had been listening with growing astonishment to the other's confession. He was still surprised as he spoke, but a note of satisfaction mounted into his voice as he went on. "You are unhappy, too!
Why, I'm going to pitch Orlando straight out of the Forest of Arden; I'm going to pull Willie Shakespeare out of his grave and make him rewrite the whole play putting a tinker in the leading role." "And is it a tragedy ye would have him make it?" "Would it be a tragedy to take a tinker 'for better for worse'?" "Faith! that would depend on the tinker." "Oh-ho, so it's up to the tinker, is it?
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