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He's waiting there to get a chance to finish his business in Sour Creek, and that business is Cartwright or Sandersen, I dunno which. Now, I'm agin' taking in Sandersen. When we're private I'll tell you my reason why." There was something of an insult in this speech and the tall man took instant offense. "Partner," he drawled, "it looks to me like them reasons could be spoke personal to me.
The soil of West Africa is extremely rich in places, but by no means so in all, for vast tracts of it are mangrove swamps, and other vast tracts of it are miserably poor, sour, sandy clay.
Sanin overtook the figure walking in front of him, turned round.... A broad, yellowish face, little pig's eyes, with white lashes and eyebrows, a short flat nose, thick lips that looked glued together, a round smooth chin, and that expression, sour, sluggish, and mistrustful yes; it was he, it was Ippolit Polozov! 'Isn't my lucky star working for me again? flashed through Sanin's mind. 'Polozov!
But when the brothers of Fountain Abbey saw who it was that sang, and how he was clad in the robes of a Gray Friar, they stopped suddenly, the fat little Brother drawing his heavy eyebrows together in a mighty frown, and the thin Brother twisting up his face as though he had sour beer in his mouth.
They're going to bust loose." "I dunno about Arizona, but Sinclair, they say, is a square shooter." "Who told you that? Sinclair himself? He's got a rep as long as my arm. He's a bad one, son!" "You don't say!" "I do say. And something has got to be done, or Sour Creek won't be a decent man's town no more." "Let me in." Off they went arm in arm.
'Dick, said the dwarf, thrusting his head in at the door, 'my pet, my pupil, the apple of my eye, hey, hey! 'Oh you're there, are you? returned Mr Swiveller; 'how are you? 'How's Dick? retorted Quilp. 'How's the cream of clerkship, eh? 'Why, rather sour, sir, replied Mr Swiveller. 'Beginning to border upon cheesiness, in fact. 'What's the matter? said the dwarf, advancing.
If this aversation had its origin in contempt and resistance like his own he might well go home with a sad countenance; but the sour faces of the multitude, like their sweet faces, have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and a newspaper directs. Yet is the discontent of the multitude more formidable than that of the senate and the college.
Well, I must submit. There are advantages, however; I shall have other pupils to tutor, and it shall go hard with me if all the grapes prove sour where the vines are so various." The student of divinity, after these conclusions, prepared to make his toilet.
Stein kindly, "but why will he not have his supper?" "We have done supper at home, and we ate up everything, all the sour milk and potatoes, for there was not a great deal; and father said those who are not there at supper-time are not hungry, and can go without But I know that Fani is hungry, only he is busy about something, and forgets that it is time for supper." "Where is he?
"Ah, when will master get better from his sickness; only the sour heart that sour sickness breeds made him serve Babo so; cutting Babo with the razor, because, only by accident, Babo had given master one little scratch; and for the first time in so many a day, too. Ah, ah, ah," holding his hand to his face.
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