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His aunt Polly was knocked so stupid and so mad at the cold impudence of it that she couldn't say a word for as much as a half a minute, and this gave me a chance to nudge Tom and whisper: "Ain't you got any sense? Sp'iling such a noble chance as this and throwing it away?" But he warn't disturbed. He mumbled back: "Huck Finn, do you want me to let her SEE how bad I want to go?
"Dick don't feel well, sir," said one. "Don't he?" replied the doctor. "Well, step up here, Dick, and let me see your tongue. No, I should be surprised if he did! the man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever." "Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles."
No, I should be surprised if he did; the man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever." "Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles." "That comed as you call it of being arrant asses," retorted the doctor, "and not having sense enough to know honest air from poison, and the dry land from a vile, pestiferous slough.
"They was, but I guess they ain't." "What do you mean?" "Jim came nigh sp'iling things last night. Mack said they'd call it all off till he found out more about his people. He was 'feared from what Jim had said to him that he had no right to love Beth. I cal'late he see that it was right enough to go ahead afore I got through with him this morning." "Josiah, he'll marry us, won't he?"
No, I should be surprised if he did! The man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever." "Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles." "That comes as you call it of being arrant asses," retorted the doctor, "and not having sense enough to know honest air from poison, and the dry land from a vile, pestiferous slough.
"Why, Peregrine," exclaimed the Tinker, as I stooped to recover the elusive vegetable, "who's been sp'iling of your noo coat, your collar's all ripped, lad?" "A black scoundrel who insulted Diana," I exclaimed, clenching my fists. "A gentleman as spoke to me, you mean!" "The damned rogue tried to kiss you " "Well, what of it I didn't let him, did I?"
I'd like to be a gintleman av leisure all the time, that I would, sor. The touch I've had av it to-day may be the sp'iling av me. If you're a smart man, Mr. Brandon Booth, ye'll not be letting me off for a holiday like this again very soon." Booth laughed outright. Pat's face wrinkled into a slow, forgiving grin. "I love you, Pat," cried the painter, "in spite of the way you bark at me."
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