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"Ma, if you don't quit raving and clear on up to bed, I'll pack myself out to-night yet, and then you'll have a few things to set right with the Lord. Go on up, now." "Go on you hear?" Mrs. Scogin went then, tiredly and quite bent forward, toward a flight of stairs that rose directly from the parlor, opened a door leading up into them, the frozen breath of unheated regions coming down.
"They say it of me there ain't a string in the Bijou Cafe that I can't pull my way." "Could you, Kit? Would you?" "I don't tell nobody how to run his life, Hanna. It's mighty hard to advise the other fellow about his own business. I don't want it said in this town, that's down on me, anyways, that Kit Scogin put ideas in Hanna Long's head." "You didn't, Kit. They been there.
Thus, too, Scogin and his "chamber-fellow" successively declared to a rustic that the sheep he was driving were pigs. In Fortini's novels, in like manner, a simpleton is persuaded that the kid he offered for sale was a capon; and in the Spanish El Conde Lucanor, and the German Tyl Eulenspiegel, a countryman is cheated out of a piece of cloth.
Forewords to Borde's Introduction of Knowledge, etc., edited, for the Early English Text Society, by F.J. Furnivall. It is equally certain that Borde had no hand either in the Jests of Scogin or The Mylner of Abyngton, the latter an imitation of Chaucer's Reve's Tale. Powell and Magnusson's Legends of Iceland, Second Series.
She drained her glass, blew her nose, and wiped her eyes. She was sitting loosely forward now, her hand out on his. "You're the only thing on God's earth that's kept me from sneakin" back there honest. Lew, I'd have gone back long ago and eat dirt to make it up with him if not for you. I ain't built like Kittie Scogin and those girls. I got to be self-respectin' with the fellows or nothing.
If not for old lady Scogin, 'way up in the seventies, she'd never put her foot back in this dump. That girl had sense." "There's not a time she comes back here it don't have an upsettin' influence on you, Hanna." "I know what's upsettin' me, all right. I know!" He sighed heavily. "I'm just the way I am, Hanna, and there's no teachin' an old dog new tricks.
Burkhardt stood for a moment, blowing into her cupped hands, unwinding herself of shawl, something Niobian in her gesture. "Yoo-hoo it's only me, Kit! Shall I come out?" "Naw just a minute; I'll be in." Mrs. Scogin seated herself on the edge of the sofa, well forward, after the manner of those who relax but ill to the give of upholstery.
Scogin, sucking in her words and her eyes seeming to strain through the present; "once label a man with drinkin'." Kittie Scogin Bevins entered then through a rain of bead portières.
"The minute I find out a girl ain't what a self-respectin' girl ought to be then that lets me out. There's nothin' would keep me friends with her. If ever I was surprised in a human, Lew, it was in Kittie Scogin. She got me my first job here in New York. I give her credit for it, but she done it because she didn't have the right kind of a pull with Billy Howe.
Mine went to his grave too soon." "They said down at market to-day, Mrs. Scogin, that Addie Fitton knocked herself against the woodbin and has water on the knee." "Let the town once label a man with drinkin', and it's hard to get justice for him." "It took Martha and Eda and Gessler's hired girl to hold her in bed with the pain." "Yes, yes," said Mrs.
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