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Updated: May 24, 2025
To think o' that pore gal a-settin' watchin' her trunks bein' pushed into the creek by a lot o' loafin' bums o' miners, an' no one honest enough, nor man enough to raise a hand to to " "With respec', ma'm, you're talkin' a heap o' foolishness," cried Buck impatiently, his anxiety for the girl overcoming his deference for the other's sex.
"If," he went on slowly, "if I said anything against you know who, I'm sorry for it me 'aving the greatest respec' for you know who you understand me, I think." And herewith he winked, three separate and distinct times. "No, I don't understand you in the least," said I, "nor do I think it at all necessary; all that I care about is the guinea in question."
'You insult me! said Phemy. 'Ye drive me to speyk plain! answered Kirsty. 'That lad, Francie Gordon, 'Speak with respect of your superiors, interrupted Phemy. 'I'll speyk wi' respec o' ony body I hae respec for! answered Kirsty. 'Let me pass, you rude young woman! cried Phemy, who had of late been cultivating in her imagination such speech as she thought would befit Mrs.
Bein' likkered plenty, I nevah thought 'bout gittin' beat up mahse'f. "W'en I gits back, dere was a big Limey stahndin' wid his arms crost de do'. 'All dem in, stay in, an' all de outs stay out, he say. "Now I be'n trained to respec' white folks what is white folks ever sence I bawn; but w'en I think 'bout Jack in dere, hahf dead, mebbe, dat Limey don't look none too white to me.
I was only jist remarkin' that we haena sic a fa' o' rain ilka day, an' we sud jist haud the day in min', pay 't respec' like, keep it wi' a tumler, ye ken cummummerate it, as they ca' 't.
Ef they hev got the insurance ter kem hyar, they'll see wusser sights 'n enny harnts. Tell 'em I ain't a-goin' ter 'low no man ter cross my doorstep ez don't show Old Daddy the right medjure o' respec'. They'd better keep out'n my way ginerally." So with this bellicose message Si set out. But an unlucky idea occurred to him as he went plodding along the sandy road.
Fonnow him long tem severow weeks. But cannot stea' from him. Bye-bye he reach his home Tsan Ran Foo, an' go to respec' his mudder-fadder-in-'aw; nen go fine his wife. Dissa tem was minnernight vay dark. Fink was good tem to stea' from him, an' getta his go' an' sivver. So kep' fonnow 'long load. When he getta his house he lock long tem at his daw, but was no answer.
I winna say what it was. Some hermaphrodeet cratur had written't that had no respec for man or woman, an' whase neck sud hae been thrawn by the midwife, for that buik cam o' sparin' o' 'm! "'Dinna touch that buik, my bonny leddy, I cried. 'It's awfu' fu' o' dist and stoor. It'll smore ye to open the twa brods o' 't.
'I hae buried my best frien' but yersel', grannie, he said, as he took a chair close by her side, where he used to sit when he read the Bible and Boston to her. 'I trust he's happy. He was a douce and a weel-behaved man; and ye hae rizzon to respec' his memory. Did he dee the deith o' the richteous, think ye, laddie? 'I do think that, grannie. He loved God and his Saviour.
"Only, you see, cuckoo, I never tell anybody about what I see when I am with you." "No," replied the cuckoo; "better not. "No, I don't think I am," she replied. "But, cuckoo, isn't this sea awfully big?" "Pretty well," said the cuckoo. "Just half, or nearly half, the size of the moon; and, no doubt, Mr. Kneebreeches has told you that the moon's diameter and circumference are respec "
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