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And yet," he continued, "it is my one ambition to interest you, and I will do it, or I will say my prayers no more." "But how can that be done no more, Which ne'er was done before?" I retorted, railing at him, for I feared to take him seriously. "There you wrong me," he said.
"The way I feel now, Pasinsky, I could eat most anything," he retorted. "I could eat a round trip, if I had a cup of coffee with it, so hungry I am. Let's have some supper." "Supper!" Pasinsky cried. "What do you want supper for? The game is young yet." "Shall I tell you something?" the third hand a stranger to Abe said. "You both played that hand like Strohschneiders.
In truth, I shall have returned into the arms of my mother, there to rest under the heart of her breast until the second birth of me, when I shall emerge into the sun a flashing youth of splendour like Maui himself when he was golden young." "A queer religion," I commented. "When I was younger I muddled my poor head over queerer religions," old Kohokumu retorted.
"I ate the paper of sandwiches." "Paper of rubbish!" retorted Mrs. Jenkins. "What good do sandwiches do a weakly man? You might eat a ton-load, and be none the better for it. Well, Jenkins, you may take your leave of having your own way." Poor Jenkins might have deferentially intimated that he never did have it. Mrs.
"Be sorry, then. Be just as sorry as you can. But, for heaven's sake, don't tell him so," Dolph retorted rather mercilessly. "If he's ever going to amount to anything, he must be brought up with a round turn, not coddled and treated as a victim of untoward circumstance. If he behaves like this over a growing pain in his theology, what do you suppose he'd do in Opdyke's place?"
"What difference does an engagement make, Abe?" he asked. "An engagement ain't a wedding, Abe, and it ain't too late even now." Again Abe indulged in a bitter laugh. "You're a regular optician, Mawruss," he said. "You never give up hope." "That's all right, Abe," Morris retorted. "We could stand a couple opticians in this concern.
Red had long since given it up as a bad job, though continuing to search, when a shout from the distant Hopalong sent him forward on a run. "Hey, Red!" cried Hopalong, pointing ahead of them. "Look there! Ain't that a house?" "Naw; course not! It's a it's a ship!" Red snorted sarcastically. "What did you think it might be?" "G'wan!" retorted his companion. "It's a mission." "Ah, g'wan yoreself!
He took down the curtain on that side, leaned out into the rain and inspected the road behind him, shifted into reverse, and backed to the bottom. "What's wrong?" Foster leaned forward to ask senselessly. "When I hit level ground, I'm going to find out," Bud retorted, still watching the road and steering with one hand. "Does the old girl ever cut up with you on hills?" "Why no.
"I know; it's awful, of course, but I can't help it," declared the girl. "If she really were thoughtful, she 'd think sometimes that we 'd like something for presents besides flannel things." "But they're so sensible, Jennie, for us." "That's just what they are sensible," retorted the girl bitterly. "But who wants sensible things always? We have to have them the whole year through.
"Ah, ma'am, `more haste, worse speed," retorted the old sailor. "`Rome wasn't built in a day, you know." "I thought you had enough of the Romans yesterday," said Mrs Gilmour, giving him this little cut in return for his brace of proverbs. "But, come, Sarah, you must see about getting luncheon now. I want it ready as soon as possible. You'll stop, Captain Dresser, I suppose?"
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