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You haven't a single asset but your muscle, and in the open market that's worth about three-fifty a day." Bruce stood like a mute, the blood burning in his face. Even toward "Slim" he never had felt such choking, speechless rage as this. "You Judas Iscariot!" he said when he could speak. "You betrayed my hospitality my trust.
"Do you sell de 'Illustrated Bible," asked Washington, "wid de Hypocrypha?" "No; I have a more popular treatise the 'Illustrated History of the Bible. Greater variety. Brings in the surrounding nations, in costume. Cloth, three dollars; sheep, three-fifty; half calf, five-seventy-five, full morocco, gilt edges, seven-fifty. Six hundred and seven illustrations on wood and steel.
Lot 1, Higher Penpyll, eighteen acres, one rood, eleven perches: Lot 2, Lower Penpyll, forty-two acres, three perches forty-two almost exact: Lot 3, Wooda Wood, forty acres, one rood, one perch; all in oak coppice, two to five years' growth. What offers, gentlemen, for this very desirable timbered estate?" "Three-fifty!"
"If you think yo're going to skin me outen three-fifty, one-fifty, or one measly cent, you need some medicine, an' I'll give it to you in pill form! You'd make a bum-looking angel, so get up an' hand over that cayuse, an' do it damned quick!" "Three-fifty, an' two bits extry for feed. It'll cost you 'bout a dollar a day for feed.
Every afternoon he is playing with such sharks like Moe Rabiner and Marks Pasinsky, and if he ever got out of a job as designer he could go on the stage at one of them continual performances as a card juggler yet. A three-fifty hand is the least that feller deals himself." "One thing is sure, Abe, you couldn't never sell me no goods by knocking Hymie Salzman."
'Yes, said the surgeon, laying it on the table; 'decimal three-fifty. What's this? Wound on the head. Your handkerchief, please. Cold water. Thank you. His busy and practised hands were at work all the while. 'Now, ladies, wait here for a few moments. I must bring help. 'Stop one minute! cried the mother. 'Is he in danger? 'Grave danger. 'Will he die?
"You ain't got the dust to pay the price I'm askin'," was the reply. "I'll give you two hundred." The man shook his head. "Three hundred. Three-fifty." At four hundred, the man nodded, and said, "Come on over to my cabin an' weigh out the dust." The two squeezed their way to the door, and slipped out. After a few minutes Breck returned alone.
This impartial testimony to the superior qualities of the establishment and its head attracted a number of applicants for admission, and a couple of new boarders made a brief appearance at the table. One of them was of the class of people who grumble if they don't get canvasbacks and woodcocks every day, for three-fifty per week.
They were now within eight hundred yards of the derelict's broadside-on. How the "Hastings" seemed to crawl over the last of the intervening water space! Yet Hal realized, if Jack did not, how swiftly the submarine was racing. "Five hundred yards!" clicked Jack, and stepped inside the conning tower, snatching up a megaphone. Four hundred and fifty four hundred three-fifty three-twenty-five!
These will be samples, and after the people have had a chance to read them you can ask them to subscribe. By the way, what will you charge for subscription?" "How much, Uncle?" asked Patsy, appealingly. "A penny paper is the most popular," he said, regarding her with merry, twinkling eyes. "Say thirty cents a month, or three-fifty a year. That's as much as these poor people can stand."
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