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Updated: May 23, 2025
'Scuse ma laffin', Mr. Moore he! he! he!" A little man, all wet and shrunk, sat hunching on a mound above them, rocking his shrivelled form to and fro in the agony of his merriment. "Ye raskil he! he! Ye rogue he! he!" and he shook his fist waggishly at the unconscious gray dog.
"I have, and did not ask their use, as I thought they were merely meant to strengthen the canoe." "So they are," continued the hermit, "but they have other uses besides " "Massa," cried Moses, at this point. "You'll 'scuse me for 'truptin' you, but it's my opinion dat Spinkie's sufferin' jus' now from a empty stummik!" The hermit smiled and Nigel laughed. Laying down his paddle the former said
"I got home too late to dress, and I'm going to a dance. 'Scuse!" And she began her dancing on the spot, pirouetting herself swiftly out of the room, and was immediately heard running up the stairs. "Penrod!" Mr. Schofield shouted. "Sit down! How many times am I going to tell you? What IS the matter with you to-night?" "I GOT to go," Penrod gasped. "I got to tell Margaret sumpthing."
"Anything I can do for you, Jeff?" "Well, I hopes you'll 'scuse my 'trusion, young massar, but I thought as dis was Sunday, mebbe you'd be reading dat big book yourself, and would let me hear you." "To be sure, Jeff, to be sure. Whenever that big book is read you will always be a welcome listener, and whenever I have time I shall always be ready to read it to you."
"'Scuse me, Massa Tom," said the colored man, "but dat express gen'men can't bring dem explosive powder boxes in heah, 'case as how his autermobile hab done ketched fire an' he cain't get near it nohow. Dat's why, Massa Tom!" "Caesar's ghost!" yelled the young inventor. "The auto on fire, and that powder in it! Come on Ned!" and he made a rush for the door. "Tom!
Oh, Patricia, you shouldn't have such a voice!" Charteris broke off in speech. "'Scuse me for interruptin'," the old mulattress Virginia was saying, "but Mis' Pilkins sen' me say lunch raydy, Miss Patrisy." Virginia seemed to notice nothing out-of-the-way. Having delivered her message, she went away quietly, her pleasant yellow face as imperturbable as an idol's. But Patricia shivered.
"'Scuse me, Henry," he said, "but this life is so full uv jokes. I enjoy it all the time, ev'ry minnit uv it. A little while ago I wuz laughin' at the notion of A-killus with a hundred pounds or more uv brass on him, runnin' away from the warriors, jumpin' in a creek an' stickin' in the mud at the bottom clean down to his waist." "That was the joke then, Jim, what's the joke now?"
And" with a distorted grin "I'll 'scuse the left hand, Con!" Brayley and Conniston went together into the corral and picked up the three revolvers. Then Conniston turned toward the stable to get his horse. Brayley's eyes followed him, narrowing speculatively. "Hey, Conniston," he called, sharply, "where you goin'?" "To work. It's late now." "Yes, it's late, all right.
I rode around and gave him a look, and he looked up at me and muttered, 'Scuse me, boss, I plumb forgot! Then I rode back and apologized to this boss-man: 'Don't pay any attention to my boys; they are just showing off, and are a trifle windy this morning. "'That's all right, he retorted, 'but don't forget what I told you yesterday, and let it be enough said.
Sit down a moment, Sam, and let me think." The doctor stroked his chin reflectively. Here, let me read the message, and then I can repeat it to Miss Nancy at the station." "No, suh, 'scuse me, suh, but dis heah papah was ter be delibered ter her pussionally." "I am the best judge of that. Give me the paper at once." "No, suh," reiterated Sam obstinately.
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