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Weaver looked at him with the provincial American's amusement at foreigners' ways, mingled with shrewdness. "By the way, do you mind telling me how you-all got into this scrape?" The German flushed and tossed back his head. Then he controlled himself, and said, gently, "But perhaps you have a r-right to know. If you will excuse me for a time, however, I will r-return after a breakfast.
Ladenburg, Thalman an' Comp'ny made me. Why did they make ye? F'r to know thim, love thim, an' sarve thim all me days. O-ho!" "That's all r-right," said Mr. Thomas Larkin, the Kerry horseshoer, who was leaning over the cigar-case, reading what Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Blaine, Mr. Edward Atkinson, and Mr. Andrew D. White had to say in a small pamphlet. "That's all r-right, Martin.
Hennessy. "He took it all r-right," said Mr. Dooley. "He kind o' grinned, an' says he: 'What ye say is thrue, an' it's not thrue, he says. 'If ye're in good health, an' ar-re atin' three squares a day, an' not ayether sad or very much in love with ye'er lot, but just lookin' on an' not carin' a' he said rush 'not carin' a rush, ye don't need books, he says.
They'se a race iv people livin' in Cinthral Africa that'd be jus' r-right. They niver sleep, tkey can carry twice their weight on their backs, they have no frinds, they wear no clothes, they can't read, they can't dance an' they don't dhrink. Th' fact is they're thoroughly oneddycated.
'Write an invitation f'r ye'rsilf on ye'er cuff an' come along with us, says she. 'I'll do it, says the Cap, an' he sint f'r an automobile an' goes along. "Well, ivrything was all r-right f'r awhile, an' th' Cap was assaultin' a knuckle iv ham an' a shell iv beer, whin Willum Waldorf Asthor comes up an' taps him on th' shoulder an' says: 'Duck. 'What name? says th' Cap. 'Asthor, says Willum.
We make our own gloryous pages on th' battlefield, in th' camp an' in th' cab'net meetin'." "Well, 't is all r-right f'r ye to be jokin'," said Mr. Hennessy, "but there's manny a brave fellow down there that it's no joke to." "Thrue f'r ye," said Mr.
It was the "White Rabbit," named, said Sprague, after his favorite character in a book. Spook crawled under a seat as soon as he saw Captain Bannister. "G-G-Guns again!" said he; "I t-told you s-so!" "Come out!" I said, "come out quick! It's all right, these are my friends. That is Captain Bannister." "The one wh-who owns this b-boat?" "Yes." "D-Do you c-call th-that all r-right?"
"Ah," said Mr. Hennessy, the simple democrat. "It wud be all r-right if women'd do their own cookin'." "Well," said Mr. Dooley. "'Twud be a return to Jacksonyan simplicity, an' 'twud be a gr-reat thing f'r th' resthrant business." "It looks like war," said Mr. Hennessy, who had been glancing at the flaming head-lines of an evening paper over Mr. Dooley's shoulder. "It always does," said Mr.
He had a strange expression on his face. At the moment they were already within the Huk home-planet's atmosphere. From time to time a heavily accented voice gave curt instructions. It was a Huk voice, telling Patrolman Willis how to guide the squad ship to ground where under truce Sergeant Madden might hold conference with Huk authorities. "Hold the course," said the voice. "That is r-right.
"Where are you shoving, you devil?" Iona immediately hears shouts from the dark mass shifting to and fro before him. "Where the devil are you going? Keep to the r-right!" "You don't know how to drive! Keep to the right," says the officer angrily.
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