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The colder it got the oftener he sang: "Like Argus of the ancient times, We leave this Modern Greece; Tum-tum, tum-tum, tum-tum, tum-tum, To shear the Golden Fleece." As they passed the mouths of the Hootalinqua and the Big and Little Salmon, they found these streams throwing mush-ice into the main Yukon.
This was what he said, pleading his having to adjust some nice and knotty point of difference between the valiant King of Congo and the neighbouring and pugnacious Ja Ja, or else to remonstrate, in firm and equable language, as Officialdom knows so well how to do, against the repeated unjustifiable homicides of the despot of Dahomey, in sacrifice to his gods, beneath the sheltering shade of the tum-tum tree.
The car turned into Fleet Street and quickly drove up to the Savoy. "Thank God!" said Jimphy. "I shall get some fun out of my birthday now!" "Jimphy loves his food," Lady Cecily exclaimed. "Don't you, Jimphy? Don't you love your little tum-tum?..." They entered the hotel and found the table which had been reserved for them.
"The other night, when she woke up with a pain in her little tum-tum, she shouted, 'Vinegar! vinegar! She must really have been going off her poor little head." "No, I wasn't," said Penelope, who turned scarlet and then white. "It was vinegar real vinegar. It was to pale me." "Oh, don't talk to her!" said Patty. "She is too silly for anything.
You know I come of a superstitious race, and all my association with the Palefaces has never yet robbed me of my birthright to believe strange traditions." "You always understand," he said after a pause. "It's my heart that understands," I remarked quietly. He glanced up quickly, and with one of his all too few radiant smiles, he laughed. "Yes, skookum tum-tum."
"You won't, my sport, you won't!" said Soapy, and speaking, moved suddenly; and the boy, uttering a gasp of terror, shrank cowering with the muzzle of Soapy's deadly weapon against the pit of his stomach. "You ain't goin' t' say a word t' Bud nor nobody else, are ye, Larry boy, are ye?" "No no " "Because if ye ever did, old sport, I should give it ye there right there in the tum-tum, see?
I remember, as a kid, having to learn by heart a poem about a bird by the name of Eugene Aram, who had the deuce of a job in this respect. All I can recall of the actual poetry is the bit that goes: Tum-tum, tum-tum, tum-tumty-tum, I slew him, tum-tum-tum!
She rides in a coach in a red jacket, plays golf in a secondary sexual sweater, dawdles on a hotel veranda, and can tum-tum on a piano, but you never hear of her doing a useful thing or saying a wise one. She plays bridge whist, for "keeps" when she wins, and "owes" when she loses, and her picture in flattering half-tone often adorns a page of the Sunday Yellow.
And when you have returned from there, after two or three months' absence from the world and its weariness, you will begin to find that your "tum-tum is white" for the first time since your baptismal day, and that you have gained enough in strength and energy to topple the totem pole of your enemy without shedding a feather. There is hope for Alaska in the line of a summer resort.
You know I come of a superstitious race, and all my association with the Palefaces has never yet robbed me of my birthright to believe strange traditions." "You always understand," he said after a pause. "It's my heart that understands," I remarked quietly. He glanced up quickly, and with one of his all too few radiant smiles, he laughed. "Yes, skookum tum-tum."
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