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"Well, life mostly is evil if ye come to think on it. An' as for danger 't's so-so three times shot, six times in jail an' many a rousin' gallop wi' the hue an' cry behind. But arter all 'tis my perfession an' there's worse, so what I am I'll be." "And will you let your mother pray in vain?" "In vain," he repeated, "in vain?
He could cheat with his words, but I saw his face bleacht like a linen clout behind his laugh, and I swear at that time he loved me, though he loved advancement better. "You are bright and early, young woman! Are you for the garden, to get you a stomach for breakfast? Well, so-so! and pray for poor Presto as you go; for in honour and conscience, his Ppt is the child of his heart."
She was moderately tall; she had a good slim figure, all pleasant curves, flaxen hair and plenty of it, and a dainty, rather expressionless face; the ears and mouth were very small, the eyes large and blue, the nose so-so, the cheeks and forehead of an equal ivory pallor, the chin trifling, with a crease under the lower lip and a rich convexity springing out from below the crease.
Some of the lines pleasantly set forth the embarrassment caused by the appearance of such an aristocratic delicacy in the humble kitchen of a poet, accustomed to look up to mutton as a treat: "Thanks, my lord, for your venison; for finer or fatter Never rang'd in a forest, or smok'd in a platter: The haunch was a picture for painters to study, The fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy; Though my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting, To spoil such a delicate picture by eating: I had thought in my chambers to place it in view, To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu; As in some Irish houses where things are so-so, One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show; But, for eating a rasher, of what they take pride in, They'd as soon think of eating the pan it was fry'd in.
"It sounds so awfully foolish." "But at any rate you had a reason." "Oh, I came for my pleasure!" said Newman. "Though it is foolish, it is true." "And you are enjoying it?" Like any other good American, Newman thought it as well not to truckle to the foreigner. "Oh, so-so," he answered. M. de Bellegarde puffed his cigar again in silence.
I like the Parthenon, of course, but I can't think of it now because my head. is too full of my escape from where I was so-so frightened." Coleman grinned. " Were you really frightened?" " Naturally," she answered. " I suppose I was more frightened for mother and father, but I was frightened enough for myself. It was not-not a nice thing." "No, it wasn't," said Coleman.
Have you any of you seen the Emperor's work?" "I have," answered a mosaic worker. "Many years ago Hadrian sent a picture to me that he had painted; I was to make a mosaic from it. It was a fruit piece. Melons, gourds, apples, and green leaves. The drawing was but so-so, and the color impossibly vivid, still the composition was pleasing from its solidity and richness.
Mechanically the waking man took his place by Burke's side and began pumping, Lucien lying limp between them. Kelly, they reasoned, must have been dead some time, by the way he was pillowed. When Shea was reasonably sure that he was alive, he looked at his mate. "Phat way ar're ye feelin'?" asked Burke. "Purty good fur a corpse. How's yourself?" "Oh, so-so!" "Th' Lord is good to the Irish."
My best thanks, dearest friend, for your last letter, which came to me quite unexpectedly, for you have weaned me from expecting letters from you, so seldom do you write to me. H. also has again been owing me an answer some time. I feel so-so; the beautiful spring weather cheers me after a somewhat dreary winter, and I shall begin my poem again.
This Benjamin's affairs went along only so-so, because not all the people of the village could afford to wear shoes, and those who could afford them did not feel any great need of wearing fine or new ones. Rafaela washed and mended his clothes, and ironed a shirt for him, every saint's-day. He paid her little, but regularly, for these services; and gradually friendship grew up between them.
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