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Among our body count we the versatile and talented Ugolino; the justly celebrated Rodolpho; the gifted and accomplished Roderigo; the management have spared neither pains nor expense " "S'death! What can ye do? Curb thy prating tongue."
'S'death! exclaimed he, as we approached, 'here is a bill, at three days sight, for fifteen guineas; drawn on Fairlamb and Company, bankers at Oxford. You are acquainted with country bills, captain, said he, presenting it to his companion: 'do you think it a good one? His companion took it, examined it, upside and down, to the light and from it, and replied 'As good as the bank!
Among our body count we the versatile and talented Ugolino; the justly celebrated Rodolpho; the gifted and accomplished Roderigo; the management have spared neither pains nor expense " "S'death! What can ye do? Curb thy prating tongue."
There was no more singing, all listened now; and again came a death-screech and again a crow. No one spoke except Slightly. "Three," he said. Hook rallied his dogs with a gesture. "'S'death and odds fish," he thundered, "who is to bring me that doodle-doo?" "Wait till Cecco comes out," growled Starkey, and the others took up the cry.
"S'death! you are right, Sir Giles," rejoined the old usurer. "I am become a mere laughing-stock to my guests. But at least I will see my false bride's features. You hear what I say, Madam," he added to Gillian "let me behold your face without more ado." As he uttered the command, the damsel threw off her veil, and stood blushing, half-smiling and half-abashed, before the assemblage.
Mallare can invent daggers, beautiful daggers that poise melodramatically over his heart, that move slowly in quest of his life's blood! S'death, a property man of parts! "'Clever dagger, I murmured. 'Do you enjoy the illusion of yourself as much as this chimera wielding you quivers with the illusion of impending murder? "It paused before me and I nodded. My laughter had halted it.
Now, sir, what happened? As I've already informed you, I came across the young poppinjay and the girl sweethearting on Moor Fields. She was in his arms...." "In his arms! S'death! I'll run the impudent upstart through for that. The girl's mine, by God. Where's the fellow to be found?" "All in good time, sir. Have a little patience.
"N no, perhaps not; round the park." "Hush! S'death! if Kate saw us! Where is she?" "I saw her last with Mr. Haddington." "In the scheme of creation everything has its use," replied Eugene tranquilly. "Haddington supplies a felt want." "Be quiet. But will you?" "Yes; come along. Be swift and silent." "I must go and put on an old frock." "All right; be quick." "What is the use?"
"'When the cat's away the mice will play. "They will get on merrily without thee. One question thou must answer before we let thee go: On what business came ye hither?" The mayor hesitated. "S'death, dost keep me waiting? We have a torture chamber close at hand. Shall I summon the torturers? They will fit thy fat thumbs with a handsome screw in a moment." Poor mayor!
We've got his straw pallet, we're going to have a bonfire out of it. It's the turn of the Flemish to-day!" And behold, they flung the pallet directly upon Gringoire, beside whom they had arrived, without espying him. At the same time, one of them took a handful of straw and set off to light it at the wick of the good Virgin. "S'death!" growled Gringoire, "am I going to be too warm now?"
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