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Light work ut was, wid lashins av beer and the gurl that dhressed the orf'cers' ladies but she died in Aggra twelve years gone, an' my tongue's gettin' the betther av me. They was actin' a play thing called Sweethearts, which you may ha' heard av, an' the Colonel's daughter she was a lady's maid. The Capt'n was a boy called Broom Spread Broom was his name in the play.

She was the daughter of Prince Edward, and granddaughter of John the Third. She was young and beautiful; she could talk both Latin and Greek, besides being well versed in philosophy, mathematics and theology. She had the scriptures at her tongue's end, both the old dispensation and the new, and could quote from the fathers with the promptness of a bishop.

"Jake, you are unnecessarily uprooting an aster with the toe of your boot," he said. Pilzer had a torrent of abuse ready to his tongue's end when Fracasse interrupted with a hoarse, whispered warning: "Silence, Pilzer! You talk too much." Now the irascible Pilzer had a further grudge against Hugo for having made him the object of a reprimand.

"Nay," she had said, a little contemptuously, in answer to some remark: "Mistress Maude is too good to consort with us poor Catholics. She is a great clerk, quotha! and hath Sir John de Wycliffe his homilies and evangels at her tongue's end. Marry, I count in another twelvemonth every soul in this Castle saving me shall be a Lollard." Maude was startled.

"Faith, gentlemen, that is exactly the case with me," interrupted the major, "for I was in so many, that if I had the memory of a Sampson I could not keep them all at my tongue's end, though I remember well enough what a buffeting we got at the storming of San Juan de Ulloa.

"I bet you give up at home out of your envelop." "Yes'm." "Father?" "No'm. He was a night watchman and got shot on duty." "Mother?" "Yes'm." "Brother?" "No'm." "Sister?" "No'm." "Only child, huh?" "Yes'm." Then Miss Cobb blew up in a state of breathless haste and bobbing of curls. "Eats, maw eats! The crowd's thirsty spittin' cotton. What's the idea? My tongue's out. Eats!

"Lord! noble sir," said Cuddie, "an auld wife's tongue's but a feckless matter to mak sic a fash about. Neither my father nor me ever minded muckle what our mither said." "Hold your peace, my lad, while you are well," said Bothwell; "I promise you I think you are slyer than you would like to be supposed.

Is this the way I've taught thee to beg?" "I beg nothing!" screamed Caliban, pacing to and fro restlessly. "We demand, not beg!" "Demand? Have a care for thy loose tongue!" "My tongue's my own! We are tired of thy trumpery state. Tired of thy mystery and falsity. We know thy plot know thy cunning scheme to carry thy favorites away from here to carry away the treasure that is ours, not thine!

My tongue's all warped with trying to curl it around these forsaken wind-galled nine-jointed German words here; now I TELL you it's awful good to lay it over a Christian word once more and kind of let the old taste soak it. I'm from western New York. My name is Cholley Adams. I'm a student, you know. Been here going on two years. I'm learning to be a horse-doctor!

And what made the matter worse I had not a word of the language of the country at my tongue's end. But the king had not courage enough to execute the hanging, and so, after chaining me to my secretary, the fellow condemned me to sit naked for two hours on a block of ice, which I would have your honor know, is a punishment no man need envy.