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A Devereux which was almost the same thing as a Starkweather was haled along the highway like a common prisoner. And if the Devereux hadn't been engaged in that two-for-a-cent, low-class, revolting business, and if Aunt Mirabelle hadn't been Aunt Mirabelle it couldn't have happened.
"He never pays visits, folks go to him." "He'd come to see me, wouldn't he?" "I I'm afraid riot, Mr. Crewe. Job holds his comb rather high." "Do you mean to say this two-for-a-cent town has a boss?" "Silas Grantley was born here," said Mr. Ball for even the worm will turn. "This town's got a noble history." "I don't care anything about Silas Grantley.
"He will declare that I went aboard of you of my own free will, and did all I could to help you through the Sound. It will be pretty near the truth, but all the same I don't want the story to get wind in the settlement." "He is about the meanest two-for-a-cent outfit that I ever heard of," said Mr. Watkins, in a tone of disgust. "I am glad you told me all this, and will be sure to bear it in mind.
What's all this trouble about a two-for-a-cent postmastership?" "H-haven't heard of any trouble," said Jethro. "Well, there is trouble," said the senator, losing patience at last. "When I told Grant you were here and mentioned that little Brampton matter to him, it didn't seem much to me, the bees began to fly pretty thick, I can tell you. I saw right away that somebody had been stirring 'em up.
It may be all right for Marietta Mortimer to kill herself body and soul by inches to keep what bores her to death to have a social position in Endbury's two-for-a-cent society, but, for the Lord's sake, why do they make such a howling and yelling just at the time when Lydia's got the tragically important question to decide as to whether that's what she wants?
Just the little two-for-a-cent queerness of our happening to meet in Rome instead of in Brooklyn, and your happening to know the town where my uncle lived and owned the mill he left me . . . that can't hold a candle for queerness, for wonderfulness, compared to my having ever laid eyes on you. Suppose I'd never come to Rome at all?
"He never pays visits, folks go to him." "He'd come to see me, wouldn't he?" "I I'm afraid riot, Mr. Crewe. Job holds his comb rather high." "Do you mean to say this two-for-a-cent town has a boss?" "Silas Grantley was born here," said Mr. Ball for even the worm will turn. "This town's got a noble history." "I don't care anything about Silas Grantley.
What's all this trouble about a two-for-a-cent postmastership?" "H-haven't heard of any trouble," said Jethro. "Well, there is trouble," said the senator, losing patience at last. "When I told Grant you were here and mentioned that little Brampton matter to him, it didn't seem much to me, the bees began to fly pretty thick, I can tell you. I saw right away that somebody had been stirring 'em up.
Then, as the Americans continued to fire, they picked King Susko up and ran off with him. A few spears were hurled at our friends, but the whole battle, to use Sam's way of summing up afterward, was a regular "two-for-a-cent affair." Soon the Bumwos were out of sight down the mountain side.
She had said "I'm done" quite as unconsciously as he had let slip words inadmissable in polite converse. "It isn't piety done up in homoeopathic pills the world wants," she went on. "No, it's punch," he broke in; "and what's the use of dickering with a little two-for-a-cent high-brow, superior, exclusive, self-righteous rag of a daily that will reach only a handful of sissy people?
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