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Updated: June 11, 2025
Makee too much noisee, all samee too much plenty fiahclackers. Kickee like blazes. Plitty near knockee arm outee Song." The boys stripped Farley after breakfast, and found his legs in pretty bad condition. They looked as if Song's gun had been loaded with smallpox, and all of it had lodged in the lad's legs. "Boys, we'll have to take relays in picking the shot from our first victim," said Ted.
Symson's verses, which are not of the first quality: Sir, 'tis truth you've told. We did enjoy great mirth; but now, ah me! Our joyful song's turn'd to an elegie. A virtuous lady, not long since a bride, Was to a hopeful plant by marriage tied, And brought home hither. We did all rejoice, Even for her sake.
Nelsen's reaction wasn't even a thought, at first; it was only an eerie tingle in all his flesh. Then, realizing what his suspicion was, he listened further, with all his nerves taut. But no explanation of the song's origin was given... He even tried futilely to radio the pleasure bubb, full of Earth tourists.
Egalite. Fraternite. "Allons, mes amis! Chan-tons 'Quackquackquack." Quack. Quack. Quack." I suppose I will always puzzle over the ecstasies of That Wonderful Duck. And how Monsieur Auguste, the merest gnome of a man, would bend backwards in absolute laughter at this song's spirited conclusion upon a note so low as to wither us all. Then, too, the Schoolmaster. A little fragile old man.
It's nat'ral an' proper, Ruby, that you an' Minnie and your mother should wish to live together; as the old song says, 'Birds of a feather flock together', an' the old song's right; and as the thing ought to be, an' you all want it to be, so it shall be.
"If some sweet she do not give me a kiss, I shall die of despair." Then Brigitta, who was nearest to me, came nearer with a kind look in her strange eyes. "Nay then," she said, "for your song's sake, and to save your life."
Schuyler, she knew that song's well as I did, and she picked it up where I left off and hummed it straight to the end words and music! How'd she know it, I say?" "Why, she might have picked that up anywhere. She goes to see friends, I've no doubt, who are not so straight-laced as the Schuylers, and they play light tunes for her." "Not likely.
Suddenly Madame Petrucci gasped; a sharp discordant sound cracked the delicate finish of her singing. She put her handkerchief to her mouth. "Bah!" she said, "this evening I am abominably husky." The tears rose to Goneril's eyes. Was it so hard to grow old? This doubt made her voice loudest of all in the chorus of mutual praise and thanks which covered the song's abrupt finale.
In them are a series of clavier pieces, by Bach, Gerhard, and others; a number of hymns and sacred songs; one of several humourous song's, describing the reflections of a smoker; and still others, apparently addressed to his wife, and giving fresh proofs of his devotion to her. Her portrait was painted by Cristofori, but disappeared after being in the possession of one of the sons.
"Say, Song, you see something makee you flaid this moling?" said Stella, imitating Song's pidgin English. "Oh, yes, me lookee out, plenty jump in." "What you see?" "Plenty wolf. He sneakee lound side house. I lun like devil." "What wolf look like?" "Plenty big wolf. When he see me he lise up on hind legee, and lun likee man." "Ah ha! There's your clew," said Stella, turning to Ted.
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