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Kars took it upon himself to reply. "Not till the p'lice get around." But Pap would not accept the dictation. "That so, Doc?" he inquired, ignoring Kars. "That's so," said Bill, with an almost stern brevity. Then, in a moment, the Jew's face flushed under his dark skin. "The darn suckers!" he cried. "This'll cost me thousands of dollars. It'll drive trade into the Gridiron fer weeks.
I beg yer pardon, my lord, here i' the face o' my freen's. It was ill-temper an' pride i' me, jist the same as it's noo in Girnel there; an' ye maun forgie him, as ye forgae me, my lord, as sune 's ye can." "I'll du that, my Peter, the verra moment he wants to be forgi'en," said Malcolm. But Girnel turned with a grunt, and moved away toward the cliff. "This'll never du," said Peter.
"This'll be the second exhibit, trouble on the line. I wonder what it is all about?" The arrival of the other party was somewhat of a surprise to the men and they fell back a pace, Jack hurrying toward Percival and asking: "What is the matter, Dick? What do these men want?" "They say that we are going to ruin their farms by running a road through them," replied Percival.
He gave her a keen, intent look. "Oh, this'll do, thanks," he said. "It is all nectar to-night. Why haven't you been down to the ballroom, Isabel? You would have enjoyed it." Her lips twisted a little. "I have been listening to the music upstairs," she said. "You ought to have come down," he said imperiously. "I shall expect you next time."
"Oh, I'll come," he answered coldly, and was about to turn away. But Mr. Tiralla did not let him off so easily. "We're driving to Gradewitz, will you come with us? We're going to fetch my son from the station; he's coming home. He's bringing somebody with him, a nice young fellow. Get up, little Böhnke, get up. This'll be jolly." But the schoolmaster refused with thanks.
I only hope this'll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle. Poor Noah! He was all but killed, ma'am, when I come in. 'Poor fellow! said Mrs. Sowerberry: looking piteously on the charity-boy.
Mellin leaned back in his chair. "You call that high?" he asked, with a sniff of contempt. "Why not double it?" The fat man hammered the table with his fist delightedly. "'He's game, she says. 'He's the gamest little Indian ever come down the big road! she says. Was she right? What? Maybe she wasn't! We'll double it before very long, my boy; this'll do to start on. There."
You could have what you liked. We could find a little flat in London where you could set up, and I could be running to continually. But the children," he added, "are dear little things!" Then, in the midst of this grave, rather transparent, explanation of changed policy, his eyes twinkled. "This'll astonish Timothy's weak nerves.
"This'll put hair on yer teeth, eh, Cap'n, this will," he said, while from the galley below floated Arthur's voice in a deep sea chanty: "I'll go no more a-roaming, No more a-ro-o-o-a-ming with you, fair maid." "Go on back to harbor, you little lobster pot; we'll take care of the wreck."
This canteen ony holds three pints; that's great deal less'n you do. It's full now, and you're empty. Fill up some place else, and tomorrow or next day, when you'd give a farm for a nip, this'll come in mighty handy."
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