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Many an evening had been long agony to him as the three sat about and baited him. He hurried down the street, the pulverized sand squirting up about his heavy boots and drifting in a mist behind him. When he was gone an old man came out and measured those great strides with his eye and then stretched his legs vainly to cover the same marks.
"I know it, sergeant," replied Kelly, decorously squirting his tobacco-juice out of the corner of his mouth furthest from his superior. "The question is, Kelly, whether Schmidt should pe shot." "The responsibility lies upon you, sergeant. I will shoot him if so be such is orders." "Kelly, the insdructions were to shoot him if murder should habben in this barty. The instructions were loose."
Oh, stop it!" cried the man excitedly, with the water squirting all over him. "Let him down now, Maggo," said Tum Tum, with a queer little twinkle, like laughter, in his eyes. "I guess he won't want to play any more tricks." Maggo set down the dripping man, who was glad enough to run away. He did not once look back. "It served you right, for giving Tum Tum lemons," said a keeper.
He turned, leaning both elbows on the mantel-piece, and buried his face in his hands. "Have another drink," said Dr. Cairn. "You called on Antony Ferrara to-day, didn't you? How did he receive you?" "That brings me to something else I wanted to tell you," continued Robert, squirting soda-water into his glass. "Myra goes there." "Where to his chambers?" "Yes." Dr.
Like the plant, the insect also sometimes possesses travelling-apparatus, means of dissemination that allow large families to disperse quickly over the country, so that each member may have his place in the sun without injuring his neighbour; and these apparatus, these methods vie in ingenuity with the elm's samara, the dandelion-plume and the catapult of the squirting cucumber.
"So, Master Brooke, you want to go to sea?" said Mr Junk, squirting a stream of tobacco-juice across his office, and eyeing me with his sole bloodshot blinker; "and you expect to like it?" "Of course I do; I expect to be happy wherever I am," I answered in a confident tone. "We shall see," he replied. "I have sent your chest aboard of the Naiad.
I stood up for you as well as I could, but I heard you abused for a solid hour last night, and there was a chap there simply squirting out facts and dates and names. Got it all.... What have you been up to?" He stood on my hearthrug with an air of having called for an explanation to which he was entitled, and he very nearly got one. But I just had some scraps of reserve left, and they saved me.
But before he had time to tell it a man came along with a hose and began to wash out Billy's cage and souse him with water, squirting it in his eyes just to tease him, which Billy thought was a little too much as it was like kicking a fellow when he was down and could not help himself. "Just wait, Mr.
And he was awfully rude to the servants, ordering them about, and playing tricks on them, not amusing tricks like other Bastables might have done such as booby-traps and mice under dish-covers, which seldom leaves any lasting ill-feeling but things no decent boy would do like hiding their letters and not giving them to them for days, and then it was too late to meet the young man the letter was from, and squirting ink on their aprons when they were just going to open the door, and once he put a fish-hook in the cook's pocket when she wasn't looking.
You must put your best foot foremost!" he called in a low voice. "The midwife's here!" "What in the world does she want? It's a story, you old fool!" And the sound of milk squirting into the pail began again. "A story, is it? No, but you must come in and go to bed; she says it's high time you did. You are keeping up much too long this year.
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