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Then, lowering his voice to oily confidence, he went on: "It's young Lord Labrador Marquis of Toronto's 'opeful. Put 'im through the mill, they 'ave, at yer three-legged race meetin' at Timsdale-'Orton. Made me larf shockin', it did. 'E's got to meet 'is lovin' pa, ten o'clock a.m. ter-morrer mornin', an' I said as I'd see 'im through, and get 'm a wash an' brush up.
He's a terror at bindin', but at pitchin' and shockin' and loadin' you're jist as good." "But, Tim, that's all nonsense. Perkins isn't such a fool as to hate me because I can keep up my end." "He don't like you," said Tim stubbornly. "But why? Why in the name of common sense?" "Well," said Tim, summing up the situation, "before you come he used to be the hull thing.
He is a walking "Brown Stout," that feller. "There is a hunter, come, I like hosses; but this brute was painted when at grass, and is too fat to look well, guess he was a goodish hoss in his day though. He ain't a bad cut that's a fact. "Hullo! what's this pictur? He is a first chop article that; but, oh Lord, he is too shockin' fat altogether.
He is a walking "Brown Stout," that feller. "There is a hunter, come, I like hosses; but this brute was painted when at grass, and is too fat to look well, guess he was a goodish hoss in his day though. He ain't a bad cut that's a fact. "Hullo! what's this pictur? He is a first chop article that; but, oh Lord, he is too shockin' fat altogether.
He rubbed his chin, then his ear, then the back of his neck. "Lord!" he groaned suddenly, "where was my manners?" "Eh?" "I never said a word about her affliction." "What might that be, in your opinion?" "Her first husband, o' course or, as I should say, the loss of him. Shockin' thing to forget. . . . I've almost a mind now to follow her an' make my excuses."
"Us heered the shot an' come down. My, but that be a shockin' monstrous big stag. He's lucky, ma'am, doctor is. I mistrust he don't miss often." "Miss Jelliffe fired that shot, Sammy," announced the doctor. "Well, now! It do beat all! So yer done it yerself, did yer, ma'am? I'll fix him up now and bring th' head in by an' by.
Then there's a big bust-up and a row that gets into the papers, and a lot of chaps are expelled, you know." "Always the wrong un's; don't forget that. Have a cup of cocoa, Padre?" said McTurk with the kettle. "No, thanks; I'm smoking. Always the wrong 'uns? Pro-ceed, my Stalky." "And then" Stalky warmed to the work "everybody says, 'Who'd ha' thought it? Shockin' boys!
'tis both shockin' an' brutil tu misthreat ye I know but surely, surely yeh desarve somethin' for all this!" And he drew back his formidable right arm. Smack! The terrific impact of that one, terrible open-handed slap nearly knocked his victim through the bar-room wall. The head rocked sideways and the big body turned completely round.
The colonel, seeing himself surrounded by ladies, lost the right guidance of his wits, at this point, reddened, and was saved by an Irish outcry of horror from some unpleasant and possibly unmanly retort. "Mr. Paricles said exactly the same. Oh, sir! do ye wear an officer's uniform to go about behavin' in that shockin' way to poor helpless females?" This was the first time Mrs.
"Oh! now I'm in the entry. How tired I am! It feels shockin' cold here, too, arter comin' out o' that hot room. Guess I'll go to the grand musical party. Come, this will do; this is Christian-like, there is room here; but the singin' is in next room, I will go and hear them. Oh! here they are agin; it's a proper mob this. Cuss, these English, they can't live out of mobs.
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