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Grub and Grinder better men cannot be three hundred and seventy Gliblad twenty; I doubt Gliblad's ganging Slipprytongue; Slipprytongue's gaen but they are sma'sums sma'sums the rest's a'right Praise be blest! we have got the stuff, and may leave this doleful country. I shall never think on Loch-Ard but the thought will gar me grew again"
All the rest's gumdiddle. Can't you see?" It might have been because he felt the air was a little thunderous that the Head took his after-dinner cheroot to Flint's study; but he so often began an evening in a prefect's room that nobody suspected when he drifted in pensively, after the knocks that etiquette demanded. "Prefects' meeting?" A cock of one wise eye-brow.
"I know a man who did more for me." "That's diff'runt. Look at here naow, I ain't recommendin' Dan special because he's my own flesh an' blood. I know Bank ways ain't clipper ways, but he hain't much to learn. Steer he can no boy better, if I say it an' the rest's in our blood an' get; but I could wish he warn't so cussed weak on navigation." "Airheart will attend to that.
"How can you say, then, that bad luck is the best luck?" "I mean the bad luck that comes to us not the bad luck that doesn't come. But you're right, sir. Good luck or bad luck's both best when HE sends 'em, as He allus does. In fac', sir, there is no bad luck but what comes out o' the man hisself. The rest's all good."
I hope you'll all make yourselves at home, gentlemen: I was in your fix myself once; but rose to what I am now by my own merit. It's the brains that makes the man, all the rest's bunk. I buy well, I sell well, someone else will tell you a different story, but as for myself, I'm fairly busting with prosperity. What, grunting-sow, still bawling?
Stringham went on; "he makes it somehow such a grand possible affair." "Ah well, if he makes it possible!" "I mean especially he makes it grand. He gave it to me, that is, as my part. The rest's his own." "And what's the rest?" Mrs. Lowder asked. "I don't know. His business. He means to keep hold of her." "Then why do you say it isn't a 'case'? It must be very much of one." Everything in Mrs.
"I've made my will," he whimpered. "Yes, yes," said Auntie Hamps. "Of course you have!" "Did I tell you I'd made my will?" he feebly insisted. "Yes, father," said Clara. "Don't worry about your will." "I've left th' business to Edwin, and all th' rest's divided between you two wenches." He was weeping gently. "Don't worry about that, father," Clara repeated.
What are you about? What are you stumbling on in that fashion for, without your two walking-sticks `Do the next thing, `One step at a time'? Ay, that's it, to be sure. And the next thing's to send to the left-luggage office in London; and the rest's to be left with the Lord."
"What in the name of wonder is that?" he asked. "The first of it reminded me of a coyote howling, but the rest's more like the noise the timber wolves make in the bush at night." "You haven't made a bad shot," Vane laughed. "It's a pack of otter hounds hot upon the scent." The sound ceased as suddenly as it had begun; and a few moments later Mabel came running toward the men.
"You save a mile; you drop on the road by Combline's mill, and then there's another five-minutes' cut, and the rest's road." "Then, Crossjay, immediately after breakfast run round behind the pheasantry, and there I'll find you.
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