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"I'm not a Lehrerin I'm not I'm not," she hummed as she collected her music... she would bring her songs too.... "I'm going to Pom pom pom Pom-erain eeya." "Pom erain eeya," she hummed, swinging herself round the great door into the saal. Pastor Lahmann was standing near one of the windows. The rush of her entry carried her to the middle of the room and he met her there smiling quietly.
'But your lordship has a great stake in't; and to abstain one night why, sure, my lord, it's a small thing to do for a fine woman and a fortune. 'Hang me! so it is! Lord Almeric answered. 'You are a good friend to me, Tommy. And he flung his glass crashing into the fireplace. 'No, Pom; you'd bubble me. You want the pretty charmer yourself. But I'll be hanged if you shall have her.
"I must admit that that is a great consolation; and it is satisfactory, too, that when we do fight we are fired at principally with slugs; which we both know from experience are not pleasant customers, but at any rate are a great improvement upon rifle bullets, pom poms, and shells of all sizes.
He takes a bite from the san'wich and then, Pom! goes the gun again and another tin can bites the dust, jest as free and easy as if he wasn't keepin' guard over thirty or forty thousand dollars' worth of gold-dust and trouble, and jest as if he ain't got no lungs at all." "Billy must have changed a little," ventured Dr. Marshall, smiling. "Changed? Excuse me, ladies.
We must never admit that there is no basic Justice controlling the edifice of our Civic Rights. We do, we must, conclude that a just and well-considered principle underlies this despotic Institution; for surely, else, it would not be suffered to survive for a single moment! Pom! Pom!
"Good-bye, Stevuns," she answered, in the same gay voice but a trifle forced if one knew her well. "I hope you have a wonderful time leading a mob somewhere and your wife selling your photographs on the next corner curbstone!" She pretended to become interested in the prayer book; and, with the Pom shooing him out by sharp, ear-piercing barks, Steve left the room. Not an hour later Mrs.
Doggie was no hero of romance, ancient or modern. But he went through with it and is alive to tell the tale. The brutal of his acquaintance gave him the name of "Doggie" years before the war was ever thought of, because he had been brought up from babyhood like a toy Pom. The almost freak offspring of elderly parents, he had the rough world against him from birth.
"I want to hear what the piano sounds like, just in case I'm asked to sing this afternoon. Let's try over 'This life is Weary." Pom! Ta-ta-ta Tee-ta! The piano burst out so passionately that Jose's face changed. She clasped her hands. She looked mournfully and enigmatically at her mother and Laura as they came in. "This Life is Wee-ary, A Tear a Sigh.
Cloche. Sonnez la. Shepherd his pipe. Pwee little wee. Policeman a whistle. Locks and keys! Sweep! Four o'clock's all's well! Sleep! All is lost now. Drum? Pompedy. Wait. I know. Towncrier, bumbailiff. Long John. Waken the dead. Pom. Dignam. Poor little nominedomine. Pom. It is music. I mean of course it's all pom pom pom very much what they call da capo. Still you can hear.
He promised the weeping Linda a Pom instead; he said "Hell!" when the macaw interrupted them with raucous screams.
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