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And if I could ketch him I'd chop him up into sassingers that's what I'd do to him." "He he's not my dog," murmured Purt, faintly. Fido had scurried across the street when he spied the butcher; but he waited there, mouth agape, stump of tail wagging, and a knowing cock to his good ear, to see how his adopted master was coming out with his sworn enemy, the butcher.
At last all are stuffed as full as our "grandmother's sassingers," and then reclining in the sun, they express by their contented grunts and snores, ecstatic rapture as they pile on flesh for the stuffing of their carniverous owners. Then we watched a giant Crackeress feeding what she called her "feathered hogs."
"Now, now," cried Moggy, slapping her elbow, "hav'n't I got the dog, and won't I cut him up into sassingers and eat him in the bargain, if you won't give me my dear darling Jemmy and all his papers in the bargain?" "Man the boat," cried Vanslyperken. But no one would obey the order. "Look here," cried Moggy, flourishing a knife which she had borrowed from the man in the boat.
Wise and witty H , in whom wisdom and wit are so ingrained that age only increases his subtile spirit, and greatly enhances the power of his cheerful temperament, always had the talismanic faculty of breaking up that thoughtfully sad face into mirthful waves; and I remember how Hawthorne writhed with hilarious delight over Professor L 's account of a butcher who remarked that "Idees had got afloat in the public mind with respect to sassingers."
"I ain't goin' to have no dumbed dawg like him come an' grab my sassingers an' make off with 'em, free gratis for nothin'." A little crowd little, but deeply interested had gathered again. Had Purt been seeking notoriety in Lumberport, he was getting it without doubt! The grocer next door, with a great guffaw of laughter, cried: "Hey, Bill! don't blame the dawg.
When I found he was so pleased, I wasn't goin' to damp his giddy ardor. He mightn't ha' given me the quid if I had." "Wasn't old Foxy pleased? Did you see him get pink behind the ears?" said Beetle. "It was an awful score for him. Didn't we back him up beautifully? Let's go down to Keyte's and get some cocoa and sassingers."
"Now, now," cried Moggy, slapping her elbow, "hav'n't I got the dog, and won't I cut him up into sassingers, and eat him in the bargain, if you won't give me my dear, darling Jemmy, and all his papers, in the bargain?" "Man the boat," cried Vanslyperken. But no one would obey the order. "Look here," cried Moggy, flourishing a knife which she had borrowed from the man in the boat.
"I tell yer what," hoarsely said the butcher, still gripping Purt's shoulder, "a boy can deny his own father, but 'e can't deny his dawg no, sir! That there brute knows ye, bub. Only yisterday he grabbed several links of frankfurter sassingers off'n this hook right overhead 'ere.
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