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Updated: June 21, 2025
As Wingrove came up to the fire, I noticed a singular expression upon his countenance. Instead of being rejoiced at his success, his looks betrayed anxiety! I questioned him as to the cause. He did not answer directly; but, drawing me to one side, inquired in a whisper, if I had seen any one in his absence. "No. Why do you ask?" "If it wan't altogether unpossible, I'd swar I seed that girl."
I've cut my eye-teeth since you used to fleece me, and I'll swear you fired only five shots. Let's load and try again." "What the use of sich nonsense? You'll swar that you fired the quickest; and of course I'll swar the same, and there's nobody here ter jedge. What's more, Ralph Brandt, I wants you and every man ter know that I always keeps a shot in reserve, and that I never misses.
The young imps on the verandah were not disappointed in their hope of hearing him "swar," which he did with a fluency and fervency which delighted them all amazingly, as they ducked and dodged hither and thither, to be out of the reach of his riding-whip; and, all whooping off together, they tumbled, in a pile of immeasurable giggle, on the withered turf under the verandah, where they kicked up their heels and shouted to their full satisfaction.
I'd swar at ye ef yer wuz in de pulpit an' dat come ober me, jes at de fust. Yer knows Nimbus better ner dat. Now see heah, 'Liab Hill, yer's gwine ter go an' be registered termorrer, jes ez sure ez termorrer comes.
Why, Zebbadee Blake passed me yestiddy drivin' his own mule-team, an' I heard him swar he wouldn't turn out o' the road for anybody less'n God A'mighty or Marse Christopher!" "A-ahem!" exclaimed Carraway, with relish; "and in the meantime, the heir to all this high-handed authority is no better than an illiterate day-labourer." Peterkin snorted. "Who? Mr. Christopher?
"Oh! all sorts," said Ellen "and what beauties! and I love apples very much red, and yellow, and speckled, and green what a great monster!" "That's a Swar; that ain't as good as most of the others; those are Seek-no-furthers." "Seek-no-further!" said Ellen; "what a funny name. It ought to be a mighty good apple. I shall seek no further, at any rate. What is this?"
"I'm going back to barracks." He turned to the woman and shouted in a voice full of hatred, "Bon swar." The woman was putting the powder puff away in her jet bag. She did not look up; the door closed sharply. "Come along," said the woman, suddenly, tossing her head back. "Come along one at a time; who go with me first?" Nobody spoke. The men stared at her silently.
'Call Jacob he'll swar t' what he see'd the skipper do! Here Jacob, a younger son of the Squire, was called. Jacob had seen some seventeen summers; and in addition to what larnin' the Squire had 'gin him, was well up in the swearing business, for the furtherance of which his abilities were frequently invoked.
And now you will take my cigars out of your pocket, or I will hand you to that policeman out there at the door. Out with them." "Boss, I ain't got no cigars o' yo's. I 'll swar to it on de wud o' " "Out with them or " Mr. Graeme turned to open the door. The negro, after a glance at Mam' Lyddy, slowly took several cigars from his pockets.
Mikky sought his room and laboriously spelled out with lately acquired clumsiness a letter to Buck: "Dear Buck we mussent yuz endecent langwidg enay moor ner swar. God donte lyk it an' it ain't educated. I want you an' me to be educate. I ain't gone to, donte yoo ner let de kids. Mikky."
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