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Updated: June 19, 2025
Yet most people'd say you were more sensitive than I. Instead, you're much coarser except about piffling, piddling, paltry non-essentials. You strain at a gnat and swallow a camel. I shouldn't be a bit surprised if Margaret had penetrated the fact that your coarseness is in-bred while mine is near surface. Women have a surprising way of getting at the bottom of things.
Says I to myself, when I hung sheepish by your mother and by your father, my dear, says I to myself, I ain't a marrying man: and if these two, says I, if any progeny comes to 'em to bless them, some people'd say, but I know what life is, and what young ones are if where was I? Liquor makes you talk, brother William John, but where's your ideas? Gone, like hard cash!
"How many people'd there be in all the houses put together?" "Six thousand. Five of 'em at the movies." "They'd start a riot!" "Oh, I wouldn't pinch the audiences; just the managers, and bust up the shows. Then you'd find out if the people want that law or not. We say they don't, but how do we know? Let's find out." The Mayor sat down at his desk, and began to chuckle.
I don't care much about tea excep' for lunch, and she don't have a collation I presume she can't; too many people'd come, and I guess she has about enough. Now, those ladies that don't look exactly as if they was ladies," indicating the large birds of tawdry plumage and striking complexions, "they don't live here. Washington ladies don't dress like that.
The cops weren't bribed, but their wives liked openin' the door of a mornin' an' findin' charmin' little surprises." "Ah," said Brink. "Then there were juke boxes," went on the detective. "He went in that business an' trouble started. People'd drive up to a beer joint, go in, get in a scuffle an' bingo! The juke box smashed. Always the juke box. Always a out-of-town customer.
And what becomes of it? H-m if you knew that you'd know what a lot of people'd like to know.
People'd be settin' quite in th' back room playin' forty-fives whin Smith O'Brien Dorgan'd burst in, an' addhress thim on th' issues iv th' day. "Now all this time Bill O'Brien was campaignin' in his own way. He niver med wan speech.
"It's a term they use, I believe, sir! But it's plain enough that if mis'ess hadn't 'a' been better off than me, she wouldn't ha' been able to secure my services as you calls it." "That is certainly plain enough," returned Mr. Greatorex. "But suppose nobody had been able to secure your services, what would have become of you?" "By that time the people'd have rose to assert their rights."
"Yes," he said, "I do." "Well, I think people'd help her more if she'd not complain so! And half of it in the Slavish language, that a body can't understand!" So Mary began to tell funny things about Mrs. Zamboni and her other polyglot neighbours, imitating their murdering of the Irish dialect.
If Ruth had only known what I was thinking about all the time. Where were you?" "Upstairs on the balcony." "I felt it," he declared. "And when she sang love songs I could hardly keep from rushing up to you. Susie, we must see each other." "I can come here, almost any day." "But people'd soon find out and they'd say all sorts of things. And your uncle and aunt would hear."
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