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"Considerin' 'im such a werry desp'rit cove an' all an' a pair o' popps in 'is 'olsters as long as your arm they're in the pockets o' my greatcoat yonder you can see 'em stickin' out. Yes, a sweet, pretty bit o' work as ever we done, eh, Jimmy?" "Ar though 'e floored you once." "Aye that was when 'e slipped off the darbies Oh, a desp'rit cove an' the more credit to us!
I'll be a orf'cer too. There's nothin' like taking to a thing an' stickin' to it, the Schoolmaster says. The reg'ment don't go 'ome for another seven years. I'll be a Lance then or near to." Thus the boys discussed their futures, and conducted themselves with exemplary piety for a week.
You know you can't spring that safety-of-the-realm stuff over here. The police would only give us the laugh. We got to have something definite to tell the sergeant. Let's go after it." "But I say!" protests Cecil. "Just how, you know?" "Not by stickin' here, anyway," says I. "Kick in and use your bean, is my program. Come along and see what happens."
I rode along on the cars through those level black fields at corn-planting time, and every once in a while I'd come to a place with a piece of ragged old stove-pipe stickin' up out of the ground, and blazing away like forty, and a fellow ploughing all round it and not minding it any more than if it was spring violets. Horses didn't notice it, either.
"You'd make out that a man 'u'd go to heaven for stickin' to his ship, even if he done forty murders. I'm goin' to quit, an' that's all there is to it." Old Noble looked up at him where he stood. The old face, that had been mild and indulgent, was hardened to an angry contempt.
A loud laugh went up, and it was still ringing when there burst into the group, out of the trail, Abe Hawley, on foot. He looked round the group savagely till his eyes rested on Nance and Lambton. "I'm last in," he said in a hoarse voice. "My horse broke its leg cutting across to get here before her " He waved a hand towards Nance. "It's best stickin' to old trails, not tryin' new ones."
Bad luck to this cowld I have! it's stickin' in my throath entirely, so it is! hem! to a what?" "Why to an ould woman, wid a great deal of the hard goold!" Phelim put his hand instinctively to his waistcoat pocket, in which he carried the housekeeper's money. "Would you oblage one wid her name?" "You know ould Molly Kavanagh well enough, Phelim." Phelim put up an inward ejaculation of thanks.
So when we found her, Mitch was just about to take her arm bone which was stickin' through her shawl to make a horn of when I says, "Don't, Mitch, you'll get into trouble. That body must lie right there 'till the Corner comes." You see my father was States Attorney and I'd heard him say that. So we left Nancy just as she was and ran into town.
Take it away! and all the time he was throwin' out his left foot in every direction. Finally Uncle Jim grabbed hold of his foot and there was a red and black necktie stickin' out o' the leg of his pants. He pulled it out and says he: 'Why, Sam, what's your Sunday necktie doin' up your pants leg?
Brooke Hartley!" says she, stickin' out her hand. "By Jove!" says he. "Bob Ellins' little sister, eh? Hello, Marjorie!" "Then then " gasps Mildred, lookin' from one to the other kind of dazed, "then you aren't a lobster man, after all?" "Nothing so useful as that, I'm afraid," says Hartley. "But why were you there on that island?" she insists. "Well," says he, "hay fever was my chief excuse.
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