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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Hout awa, Maister Colin, his lordship has come between you and your luve oft enough already, without partin' ye at the very church door. Ye would na have the English cast up to us, that one of your name did na ken better what was fittin by his bride!" "My bride must be the judge, Tibbie.
It's you, asthore, ought to comfort your father an me; an' I hope, whin you're parted from, him, that you 'ill Oh God, support him! I wish, Connor, darlin', that that partin' was over, but I depend upon you to make it as light upon him as you can do." She paused, apparently from exhaustion.
Wasn't we told by the genl'm'n that gave us a partin' had-dress that we'd never git on in the noo world if we didn't mind our p's and q's? An' here you are as regardless of your v's as if they'd no connection wi' the alphabet."
"Can you beat that for the genuine mother stuff?" whispers Minnie, givin' us a partin' grin. "I do hope," says Vee, as we settles ourselves in a Long Island train for the ride home, "that Miss Casey gets her Edgar back safe and sound." "If she don't," says I, "she's liable to go over and tear what's left of Germany off the map. Anyway, they'd better not get her started."
"Yo' granny's hat!" came from a third; while Doty Buxton said, gravely, "Give up, Partin; we've humored this duty business long enough." "Do I understand you to say that you won't give up the keys?" Mitchell demanded, scornfully. "No," the sheriff retorted, a little hotly, "you don't understand anything of the kind.
Right in the middle of his leather hat-band, where it covers his fore'ead, thar's burned a hole about the size of a 44- calibre bullet; that's where the bolt goes in. I remembers, as we gathers 'round, how Boggs picks up the hat. It's stopped rainin' of a sudden, an' the stars is showin' two or three, where the clouds is partin' away.
However, this was finally got over, and a few of the reclaimed waifs were left at Quebec. This was the beginning of the dispersion. "I don't like it at all," said Bobby Frog to his friend Tim Lumpy, that evening in the sleeping car of the railway train that bore them onward to Montreal; "they'll soon be partin' you an' me, an' that'll be worse than wallerin' in the mud of Vitechapel."
"Well, now, I don't like to tell about these 'ere things, and you mustn't never speak about it; but as sure as you live, Polly Kittridge, I see that ar very woman standin' at the back of the bed, right in the partin' of the curtains, jist as she looked in the pictur' blue eyes and curly hair and pearls on her neck, and black dress." "What did you do?" said Mrs. Kittridge. "Do?
The Indians can take their canoes out of the water, carry them around the falls and resume the pursuit." "O' course I know you're right, Henry. I wuz jest droppin' a tear or two over the partin' with our faithful canoe. We make fur the north bank, I s'pose." "That seems to me to be the right course, because the warriors will be thicker on the south side.
The Mut'ny, think o' that; the Mut'ny an' some dirty little matters in Afghanistan; an' for that an' these an' those' Dan pointed to the names of glorious battles 'that Yankee man with the partin' in his hair comes an' says as easy as "have a drink."... Holy Moses, there's the captain! But it was the mess-sergeant who came in just as the men clattered out, and found the colours uncased.
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