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With the sun at our backs to guide us, we knew we was makin' easterly to fetch the coast. What say, Bill?" "Cursed if I know. Spin a coin. The treasure has slipped us." "Rot me if it has!" snarled the old man. "We'll push on as we are, in the bigger stream. That stinkin' ditch on my left hand looks too weedy and shallow to float a boat." "It makes no odds.
"Your pardner with the store hat and the stinkin' cigaroots? he's all right," said Biggin; and it so chanced that at the precise moment of the saying the subject of it was standing with the foreman of track-layers at a gap in the new line just beyond and above the Rosemary's siding at Argentine, his day's work ended, and his men loaded on the flats for the run down to camp over the lately-laid rails of the lateral loop.
Then she calls up to Mabel Tuttle, 'I should think you'd be afraid of meddlin' with them ottermobiles, your time of life." Mr. Tinneray choked over his own rendition of this audacity, but his wife sniffed hopelessly. "They ain't got no gramophone her, with that face and hat? Cronney don't make nothing; they two could live on what that Blue Silk Quilt feeds that stinkin' parrot." But Mr.
"How long were you at the front, buddy," asked Cohan coolly. "I guess you been to Berlin already, ain't yer?" "I say that any man who says an American'ld let himself be captured by a stinkin' Hun, is a goddam liar," said the man with the ill-shaven jaw, sitting down sullenly. "Well, you'd better not say it to me," said Cohan laughing, looking meditatively at one of his big red fists.
"Why you... you stinkin', dirty cur, you think you're goin' to pull me," Billy began. "Turn the light on yourself. I want to see what kind of an ugly mug you got. Pull me, eh? Pull me? For two cents I'd get up there an' beat you to a jelly, you " "No, no, Billy," Saxon pleaded. "Don't make trouble. It would mean jail." "That's right," the constable approved, "listen to your woman."
For I take shame to own it, Mr Nanjivell, but at sight o' that boundless gold Satan whispered in the poor mite's ear, an' he started priggin'. . . . The way we found it out was, he came home from Mrs Pengelly's stinkin' o' peppermints: an' when we nosed him an' asked how he came to be favoured so, all he could say on the ground hop was that he'd met a shinin' Angel unexpected in Cobb's Ally: an' the Angel had stopped him and pulled out a purse an' said, 'Alcibiades Penhaligon, the Lord has been much interested of late in your goin's-out an' your comin's-in, an' what a good boy you've a-been.
He ain't here or I'd make him beg your pardon hisself, or I'd cut him to pieces with the bullick-whip. I heard all about Dave Regan sendin' you that stinkin' fish, an' I think it was a damned mean, dirty thing to do to send stinkin' fish to a woman, an' especially to a widder an' an unprotected woman like you, Mrs Hardwick. I've had mothers an' sisters of me own.
D'ye think yer aforesaid 'igh-born parents are going to dive down into this stinkin' suburb of hell to find yer out? Not likely. You've got to find 'em sonny. Yer can find anybody on the 'ighroad if yer tramps long enough. What d'yer think?" "I'll find 'em," said Paul, in dizzy contemplation of possibilities. "When are yer going to start?" asked Barney Bill.
"Are you accusin' me, you durned hulk?" shrieked the hardware dealer fiercely. "I wasn't," remarked Peter, calmly. "But if you like, I will. I'm not a heap particular. And there'd be just about as much sense in doing so as there is in your accusations against Jim." "Hark at him, fellers," cried the furious Smallbones, pointing at the big man. "He's his friend he'd sell his stinkin' soul for him.
Dey pulls me outen bed, make me put on my close, gimme dis here han' spike, an' tells me I kin kill my ole marster an' missis when I feels like it " "Did you try to kill them?" Lee asked seriously. "Who? Me?" "Yes." "Man! I drawed dat han' spike on dem Abolishioners an' I says: 'You low doun stinkin' po' white trash.
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