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Much g-g-good your N-n-number Seven shot'd d-d-do against his t-t-tough old hide!" jeered Toby. "Get out! You don't think I'm such a ninny as that, I hope," answered Steve, indignantly. "Hey, take a look at that shell, and this one, too, will you? Know why that black cross is on them? Course you don't. Well, I'll tell you." "H-h-hurry up then and t-t-tell me."
I didn't quite catch it." "No! It sort er st-stuck on the way; 'h-help me' is pretty hard to say sometimes. I t-t-tell you, b-boys, there was millions of 'em, an-and I guess I shot a barrel full. When I saw that b-big flight coming, I wished you were here, and then I was g-glad you were not. For I w-wanted to see h-how many I should get.
I Say, I'm goin' to h-h-hide in the s-s-secret chamb er. Don't you t-t-tell anybody. You fetch my s-s-s-supper up after dark. An' some w-w-water. Fetch enough to l-l-last forever! I don't know as I s-s-shall ever ever dare to c-c-come down." The Mansion where the Sturtevants had lived during many generations was a house even older than The Maples.
"Ah! thin, it's little ye know th-the j-j-jewel ye're th-throwin' away." "What can you do?" asked the robber, while a slight smile played on his disfigured face. "What c-can I not do? ye should ax. W-w-why, I can c-c-c-cook, an' f-f-fight, an' d-dance, an' t-t-tell stories, an' s-s-sing an' " "There, that'll do.
"No," said Stone, "not now." "Explain, please," I said, beginning to get angry. "I will," said Stone. "No!" cried Fibsy, "no, Mr. Stone, let me t-t-tell. W-wait a minute, I'll tell. Oh, oh, I knew it all day, b-b-but I couldn't believe it! I wouldn't believe it! Why, Mr. Calhoun, Vicky Van is is why, Mrs. Schuyler is Vicky Van!" "You are absolutely crazy!"
"Who is this pure young man with whom the beautiful Pepeeta is so safe? What is it you call him, David Crocker?" "'Tain't his real name." "What is his real name?" "D'n I ever t-t-tell you?" "No." "Real name's C-C-Corson David Corson." "What?" cried the judge, springing to his feet. "C-C-Corson I tell you," stuttered the quack, too drunk to notice the peculiar effect of his announcement.
Fools that can't enjoy life, d-d-don't want any one else to! Ever hear 'bout the fox that got his tail b-b-bit off? Wanted all the rest to have theirs! What the d-d-deuce are we here in this world for? T-t-tell me that, p-p-parson!" "To do the will of our Father which is in heaven." "To do the will of our Father in heaven!
It was p-p-plain to me that he has something agreeable to t-t-tell you. His face was just as g-g-grave as usual but his eyes sparkled at me, as d-d-different as p-p-possible from their habitual dull filmed appearance. He was all k-k-kindliness and anticipation." "I'm willing to take the hint, of course," Brinnaria replied.
"You g-g-got up very early to t-t-tell me that," said Grandet, accompanying the remark with a motion of his wen. "Well, old c-c-comrade, I'll be frank, and t-t-tell you what you want t-t-to know. I would rather, do you see, f-f-fling my daughter into the Loire than g-g-give her to her c-c-cousin. You may t-t-tell that everywhere, no, never mind; let the world t-t-talk."
"Somehow, all the excitement about that silly kid in the bushes knocked it clean out of my head." "It did now, f-f-for a fact," spoke up Toby. "So t-t-tell us what the p-p-p-p" whistle "prospects are, won't you?" Max and his cousin exchanged a quick look, after which the former placed a finger on his lips. "Wait a little, Toby," he said, cautiously.
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