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I haf catch you zis time, an' you cannot now gif me what you call ze sleep," cried the French lieutenant. "Also I am come to siz your property, for you may no more can ze lob of ze Française. Behol'! I have ze aut'orization." So saying, the officer drew forth and unfolded with a flourish a paper that he read aloud.
We promptly shell off those sides of bacon and sacks of hard-tack that we had worried and tugged with all day long. Bang, bang, siz, siz. We are ordered to load and fire promptly and to hold our position. Yonder they come, a whole division. Our regiment is the only regiment in the action. They are crowding us; our poor little handful of men are being killed and wounded by scores.
She told Anderson's and Anderson's handed it on to us to call her up any hour of the day 'r night when they found him. You go get her on the wire and t'll her t' come right up here'n a taxi and identify him." The genius paused at the door. "Whom shall I ask for?" "Mrs. Crocker," snapped Miss Trimble. "Siz Bingley Crocker. Tell her we've found th' guy she's been looking for!"
Gentleman Jack had lowered his revolver, and was standing waiting to explain all, with the insufferable look of the man who is just going to say that he has only done his duty and requires no thanks. "Who are you?" he said. "Nev' min' who I am!" said Miss Trimble curtly. "Siz Pett knows who I am." "I hope you won't be offended, Lord Wisbeach," said Mrs. Pett from the group by the door.
Pett backed convulsively into the padded recesses of her chair, feeling as if somebody had thrown a brick at her. "Good afternoon," she said faintly. "Gladda meecher, siz Pett. Mr. Sturge semme up. Said y'ad job f'r me. Came here squick scould." "I beg your pardon?" "Squick scould. Got slow taxi." "Oh, yes."
Where did she come from?" Miss Trimble took it upon herself to explain. "Mister Pett, siz Pett sent f'r me t' watch out so's nobody kidnapped her son." "Oggie," explained Mrs. Pett. "Miss Trimble was guarding darling Oggie." "Why?" "To to prevent him being kidnapped, Peter." Mr. Pett glowered at the stout boy. Then his eye was attracted by the forlorn figure of Jerry Mitchell. He started.
"Siz" may be substituted for six and its multiples, and "Fiz" for five, just for variety. Divide the company into two sides. One division sits around the table on one side, the other on the opposite side. The members of division "A" put their hands under the table and a small coin, dime or quarter, is passed from one to the other.
Billy Webster's arm was torn out by the roots and he killed, and a fragment of shell buried itself in Jim McEwin's side, also killing Mr. Fain King, a conscript from Mount Pleasant. Forward, guide center, march, charge bayonets, fire at will, commence firing. Bang, bang, siz, siz. It was a sort of running fire. We kept up a constant fire as we advanced.
It all seemed to me a dream; I seemed to be in a sort of haze, when siz, siz, siz, the minnie balls from the Yankee line began to whistle around our ears, and I thought of the Irishman when he said, "Sure enough, those fellows are shooting bullets!" Down would drop first one fellow and then another, either killed or wounded, when we were ordered to charge bayonets.
A woman of middle age behind the counter was curtsying to his clerical attire, and a little girl at the door of an inner room was looking at him out of the corner of her eyes, with head aslant. "Father Storm, I think, sir. Come in and set you down, sir. Mind the shop, Booboo. My 'usband 'as told me about ye, sir. 'You'll know 'im at onct, Lidjer, 'e sez, siz 'e.
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