Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 16, 2025
Her eyes drooped, and she nervously twisted the bridle reins. "Do you doubt my my good intentions toward you my love for you?" he asked, in gentle and husky voice. "Oh, Ben! No! No! It's that I'm afraid of your love for me! I can't bear what I have to bear if I see you, if I listen to you." "Then you've weakened? You're no proud, high-strung, thoroughbred girl any more? You're showin' yellow?"
Little things like bein' on the payroll or not wa'n't botherin' him then. He gives me a bone crushin' grip and swings out to the elevator in a rush; for he's been away from Sis nearly half an hour now. Exceptin' a picture postcard or two, showin' the iron pier and a bathin' scene, I didn't hear from Mr. and Mrs. Mallory for more'n a week.
Then, as an afterthought, "But he ain't showin' 'em." Tresler looked up and studied the cadaverous face before him. "You mean about " "Wal, I wus jest figgerin' on how you wus standin'. Seems likely you're standin' lookin' east wi' a feller due west who's got the drop on yer; which, to my reckonin', ain't as safe as handin' trac's to a lodge o' Cheyenne neches on the war-path."
You remember?" "Huh-uh!" "Well, they just love to have him drop in now and they tell him things. I saw Corporal Thom the other night showin' him his girl's picture, and the Pilot thought she was a fine girl too, and got her address down, and said he was going to write her and tell her what a fine chap the corporal was, and you ought to see Corporal Thom swell up until he 'most bust his tunic."
"An' if I don't mistake, that's Lakeport showin' up ahead. An' all wild country, an' no railroads." "And no moon valleys here," Saxon criticized. "But it is beautiful, oh, so beautiful." "Hotter'n hell in the dead of summer, I'll bet," was Billy's opinion. "Nope, the country we're lookin' for lies nearer the coast. Just the same it is beautiful... like a picture on the wall.
To the youth of Ameriky it would be vallyble as showin how high a pinnykle of fame a man can reach who commenst his career with a small canvas tent and a pea-green ox, which he rubbed it off while scrachin hisself agin the center pole, causin in Rahway, N.Y., a discriminatin mob to say humbugs would not go down in their village. The ox resoom'd agricultooral pursoots shortly afterwards.
"I wish you'd hold your tongue on that word; when you know your mother never hears it spoke but she wakes me up at night with the palpitations. . . . We be showin' it, I tell 'ee. We be doin' something for our country in this here crisis.
The words are different, but they are identical the same. Well, the singin' is amazin' like, too. Who ever heerd them Italian singers recitin' their jabber, showin' their teeth, and cuttin' didoes at a great private consart, that wouldn't take his oath he had heerd niggers at a dignity ball, down South, sing jist the same, and jist as well.
He relented suddenly, and lost all the advantages of his tact and diplomacy. "I likes ye better nor I does Becky Stiles," he said moderately. Then with more fervor, "I likes ye better nor any gal I ever see." The usual long pause ensued. "Ye hev got a mighty cur'ous way o' showin' it," Cynthia replied. "I dunno what ye 're talkin' 'bout, Cynthy."
I'm not hard on you, savin' and exceptin' that facts is hard, which they sometimes are I don't deny; but here we're all alone with our two selves, and you'll grant I'm a friend, though I may have queer ways o' showin' it; and why shouldn't I say that all the trouble comes o' Gilbert bearin' your name?" "Don't I know it!" Mary Potter cried.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking