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The name of the thing would be worth a good deal to me if I succeeded. It would give me a start, and " "Ough!" exclaimed Sharley. She had been sitting at his feet, with her face raised, and red eyes forgotten, when, splash! an icy stream of water came into her eyes, into her mouth, down her neck, up her sleeves. She gasped, and stood drenched.
"Ough, don't say that, bless yer handsome face and yer kind heart. What could I do, sure, widout me Mike? Lave him here wid me, and if the blackguard has been insulting ye I'll punish him, depind upon it." "It's not of your husband that we complain," the inspector said; "he would act decently, and pay his tax, if you would let him."
Grateful for even a momentary respite, Jake rose from his knees with alacrity and humbly followed one of the Rebels along the path. The others strode behind, and occasionally spurred him into a more rapid pace with a prick from their bayonets. "O, -ough, mister, don't do that! Don't, PLEASE! You don't know how it hurts. I ain't got no rhinoceros skin to stand such jabs as that.
A lot of quarrels were set going at once. "Yes." "No." "Never been sick." "Go for them to once." "Shut yer mouth, youngster -this is men's work." "Is it?" muttered Captain Allistoun, bitterly. Mr. Baker grunted: "Ough! They're gone silly. They've been simmering for the last month." "I did notice," said the master. "They have started a row amongst themselves now," said Mr.
He'd express them half the dust and tell them that 'twas Slim's. He'd "OO oo ough!" he shivered he'd forgotten to stoke the fire. Oh, well, a soogan would do him well enough. He pulled a quilt from under Slim and wrapped it about his own shoulders. Then he sat down again by the fireless stove and laid his head on his folded arms upon the rough pine table.
He eats the hides even. He is famished. Sayd bin Habib, my master, hath possession of Kirira. The Arabs are thundering at the gates of Wilyankuru. Simba of Kasera hath taken up arms for the defence of his father, Mkasiwa of Unyanyembe. The chief of Ugunda hath sent five hundred men to the field. Ough Mirambo is where? In a month he will be dead of hunger." "Great and good news truly, my friend."
'MARKSMAN! MARKSMAN! ough, ye old Divil, get to him! roared the whip, aiming a stinging cut with his heavy knotty-pointed whip, at a venerable sage who still snuffed down a furrow to satisfy himself the fox was not on before he returned to cover an exertion that overbalanced the whip, and would have landed him on the ground, had not he caught by the spur in the old mare's flank.
He pondered a moment, then he smiled in his weary way. "It would please me to have you, for these creatures are so dismally dull, all of them. Je m'ennuie tellement, Marcel!" he sighed. "Ough! But, no, my friend, I do not doubt you would be as dull as any of them at present. A man in love is the weariest and most futile thing in all this weary, futile world.
"Ough!" she gasped, and with that sudden exclamation of pent-up wrath, she whisked about and went rustling to the door. "Citoyenne," he called after her, "you are forgetting your flowers." She halted, and seemed for a second to hesitate, looking at him oddly. Then she came back to the table and took up her roses. Again she looked at him, and let the bouquet fall back among the papers.
"Damnation!" he says, wiping away the tears that have come into his eyes after a mouthful of ham thickly smeared with mustard. "Ough! It has shot into my head and all my joints. Your French mustard would not do that, you know, if you ate the whole potful." "Some like the French, some prefer the Russian. . ." Champoun assents mildly. "No one likes French mustard except Frenchmen.
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