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Updated: July 24, 2025
"Yes, I'm the one that married Rabot." Rabot, slender, timid, and self-satisfied, bowed smilingly, bending his head forward as though to say: "Yes, I'm the Rabot whom Blondel married." Suddenly Maitre Belhomme, still holding his handkerchief to his ear, began groaning in a pitiful fashion. He was going "Oh-oh-oh!" and stamping his foot in order to show his terrible suffering.
With a shout he jumped forward, and ran as he had not done since that one great game when, as a 'scrub, he had his chance against Yale. 'Oh-oh-oh, she laughed, 'I'm winded. He caught her up in his arms as if her weight were no more than a child's, and carried her forward a hundred paces. His strength was limitless. He felt as if his body would never again know the lassitude of fatigue.
To the happy island on the sea, Where the beads are plenty, oh-oh-oh! Choir. Oh-oh-oh! where the beads are plenty, Oh-oh-oh! Choragus. While Singiri has kept us, oh, very long From our homes very long, oh-oh-oh.! Choir From our homes, oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh! Choragus. And we have had no food for very long We are half-starved, oh, for so long! Bana Singiri! Choir. For so very long, oh-oh-oh!
I'm going to blow 'em right off and then eat 'em eat 'em! Pf-f-f-f!" She made as if to catch them with pursed lips, but they bobbed sidewise, and he regarded her with a swelling pride, then glanced about the room, pleased at the furor that followed her little antics. "Gad, Doll, you're a winner! I can pick 'em every time! You ain't dolled up like the rest of 'em, but you're a winner!" "Oh-oh-oh!"
Bana Singiri-Singiri! Singiri! oh, Singiri Choragus. Mirambo has gone to war To fight against the Arabs; The Arabs and Wangwana Have gone to fight Mirambo! Choir Oh-oh-oh! to fight Mirambo! Oh, Mirambo! Mirambo Oh, to fight Mirambo! Choragus. But the white man will make us glad, He is going home! For he is going home, And he will make us glad! Sh-sh-sh! Choir. The white man will make us glad!
Like all mobs this one had no reason, no sense. They were baulked in their malign intentions, and this man, Maitre Ranulph Delagarde, was the cause of it that was all they knew. A stone was thrown at Delagarde as he stood in the doorway, but it missed him. "Oh-oh-oh!" the girl exclaimed, shrinking. "O shame! O you cowards!" she added, her hands now indignantly beating on the hus.
Like all mobs this one had no reason, no sense. They were baulked in their malign intentions, and this man, Maitre Ranulph Delagarde, was the cause of it that was all they knew. A stone was thrown at Delagarde as he stood in the doorway, but it missed him. "Oh-oh-oh!" the girl exclaimed, shrinking. "O shame! O you cowards!" she added, her hands now indignantly beating on the hus.
There ain't anything in this town tin can't buy!" "Oh-oh-oh!" She lifted the huge toy off the silver tray held out to her and buried her shining face in the soft, silky wool. "Ain't he a beauty? Ain't he the softest, brownest beauty?" "Now, peaches, now cherries, now you little fancy-fruit stand, there goes the music. Let's see that dance!" "Aw, Jimmie, I I was only kiddin'!" "Kiddin' nothing!
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