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Updated: May 16, 2025
Bromides seldom listen to one another; they are content with talk for talk's sake, and so escape all chance of education. It is this fact, most likely, which has endowed the bromidiom with immortality. Never heard, it seems always new, appropriate, clever. No, it Isn't so much the things they say, as the way they say them!
And for cause I'd throw a gun on him just as quick as on any rustler in Pecos." "Talk's cheap," replied Laramie, making light of his bluster, but the red was deeper in his face. "Sure. I know that," Duane said. "And usually I don't talk. Then it's not well known that Longstreth owns the Hope So?" "Reckon it's known in Pecos, all right. But Longstreth's name isn't connected with the Hope So.
Talk's cheap." "You know why, Clara, to get back to going around in a circle again." "But you've got to go, sooner or later. You've got a comfortable married sister and independent circumstances of your own to keep your mother; you haven't got a chance for exemption." "I don't want exemption." "Well, then, beat the draft to it."
They don't tell me so, but they know. I can't help it, I must do it. I must sit and do it, knowing that they know it's a lie. For decency's sake I must do it, though. Some people believe, the Mildmays believe; but you here don't. You know me too well, and you know him too well." "For God's sake, don't talk like that," said Marchmont. "Don't talk like that! The talk's not the harm.
"I'd knock the heads o' these young scamps t'gether, yessir! I could do it, too!" "Talk's a good dog, uncle," said a young man. The old man turned on him so ferociously that he fled. "Run, condemn yeh! I own y' can beat me at that." His face was not unpleasant, though his teeth were mainly gone, and his skin the color of leather and wrinkled as a pan of cream.
"All the same you should have some of the money." "I'm well as I be. An' this dead-man-shoe talk's vain an' giddy. I lay he'm long ways from death, an' the further the better. Now I be gwaine to pack my box 'fore supper." Mrs. Blanchard withdrew, and Chris, suddenly recollecting it, mentioned Martin Grimbal's visit.
The blackguard! He smashed the firm flat, that's what he done! And he run off with Marcellus's sister." "Marcellus's sister! My stepfather's sister! I didn't know he ever had a sister. Are you sure he had?" "Am I sure! What kind of talk's that? Course I'm sure! She was younger than Marcellus and pretty say, she WAS pretty!
Talk's one thing; a written guarantee is another. That mortgage is writ for a year, and the year is up. "Oh!" exclaimed Gummy hotly, "I could have hit him for speaking so mean to my mother." "I don't blame you," Janice said sympathetically. "But never mind. Tell the rest." "Why, all mother could say was what your father told' her to say.
He put his hand against my chest with an effect of physical compulsion, and cried, "Come in!" "Our talk's just getting interesting," he protested; and there entered Miss Ramell, an elderly little young lady who was mighty in Church help in Clayton. He greeted her she took no notice of me and went to his bureau, and I remained standing by my chair but unable to get out of the room.
When she had gone and the guest had risen from the table and put on his hat, the captain said warningly: "There's one little bit of advice I want to give you, Mister Man: A bargain's a bargain, but it takes two to keep it. Don't let your love for Tad Simpson lead you into talkin' too much. Talk's cheap, they say, but too much of it might be mighty dear for you. Understand?"
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