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And as individuals get into trouble by making too great a show of liveries, or as slaves when they are too numerous rise against their masters, so I think I could mention a nation that has got into many great difficulties, and will get into many greater, from maintaining too large a retinue of words. Mr. Micawber read on, almost smacking his lips: "To wit, in manner following, that is to say. Mr.
Except for an occasional slight smacking sound, it did not materially interfere with speech. "There's Poppa now," she said at last. "Say, Poppa, you two sit in the back, will you? Sheila and I are having a fine time. But, Poppa, you old tin-horn, what did you mean by saying in your wire that she was a husky girl? Why, she's got the build of a sagebrush mosquito! Look-a-here, Sheila."
"As for their not being very fashionable people, their amiable freedom from social pretension, their very simple origin all that, in their case, affects me not at all where any happiness of yours is concerned. "I do like old-time folk, and lineage smacking of New Amsterdam; but even my harmless snobbishness is now so completely out of fashion that nobody cares.
Then the stable door creaked, and a shadow stole out, moved along the walls and disappeared into the cowshed. It was Maciek. He drew the whimpering child from under his sukmana and put its mouth to the cow's udder. 'Suck, little one, he whispered, 'suck the cow, because your mother has left you. A few moments later smacking sounds were heard.
Handy Andy threw his arms round her neck and gave her a most vigorous salute which came smacking off, and thereupon arose a hilarious shout which made the old rafters of the barn ring again.
And Lizaveta Petrovna, with one hand supporting the wobbling head, lifted up on the other arm the strange, limp, red creature, whose head was lost in its swaddling clothes. But it had a nose, too, and slanting eyes and smacking lips. "A splendid baby!" said Lizaveta Petrovna. Levin sighed with mortification. This splendid baby excited in him no feeling but disgust and compassion.
Smacking their lips, the wolves began to leave the place, when Iktomi cried out like a pouting child, "At least you have left my baking under the ashes!" "Ho! Po!" shouted the mischievous wolves; "he says more ducks are to be found under the ashes! Come! Let us have our fill this once!"
It was a frank and naive indulgence of long-starved senses, and there was in it a great resemblance to the rolling-eyed ecstasy of a schoolboy smacking his lips over an all-day sucker. The war went on, and on, and on. And the money continued to roll in a flood of it. Then, one afternoon, Eva, in town on shopping bent, entered a small, exclusive, and expensive shop on Michigan Avenue.
What if, after he lost interest, she should find herself without money, worse of than she had been when she sold herself into slavery highly moral and conventionally correct slavery, but still slavery to the little general with the peaked pink-silk nightcap hiding the absence of the removed toupee and with the wonderful pink-silk pajamas, gorgeously monogramed in violet and the tiny feet and ugly hands and those loathsome needle-pointed mustaches and the hideous habit of mumbling his tongue and smacking his lips?
He gazed admiringly at the liquor which he presently poured into two tumblers, and drew his visitor's attention to its colour. "Reight stuff that, mister what?" he said. "I nobbut tapped that barril two days since, and I'd been keepin' it twelve month, so you've come in for it at what they call t' opportune moment. I say!" he went on, after pledging Byner and smacking his lips over the ale.
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