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"I wanna see Mrs. Dale," persisted the lawyer in a strangled voice. "I come to offer her money. I wanna do her a favour, can't you understand?" "I can't," was the frank reply. "I can't see you doing anybody a favour or giving away any money. C'mon, get a-going." It was then that the lawyer lifted up his voice and shouted aloud for Mrs. Dale.
All the things I'm going to give you, all " "Quit, you! I wanna go! I wanna go!" "You can go to hell, for my part. I'm going to get a steak inside of me before we budge. Quit your fooling. See, you nearly got me sore there. Come, the car won't be back for us until six. Come, Peachy, come."
"That sort of thing don't never happen," George assured himself privately. "I was outclassed, all right, all right. What I wanna know is: where'd he couple up with the ring-wisdom?"
What deh hell deh yeh wanna tag aroun' atter me fer? Yeh'll git me inteh trouble wid deh ol' man an' dey'll be hell teh pay! If he sees a woman roun' here he'll go crazy an' I'll lose me job! See? Yer brudder come in here an' raised hell an' deh ol' man hada put up fer it! An' now I'm done! See? I'm done." The girl's eyes stared into his face. "Pete, don't yeh remem "
Give him hell, Bill." "I don't wanna give nobody hell. Live at peace is my motto. All I wanna know is who's gonna settle for six cups, eleven sassers, ten plates, and a middle-size pitcher Rack Slimson busted when he rolled off the table with 'em durin' the night.
I wanna dance, Jimmie, honest I could dance with a great big brown one if he was big enough. I Gee, I wanna dance. Jimmie, honest, I could dance with a great big brown one if he was big enough. I Gee! I wanna dance, Jimmie! Gee, I wanna " He whacked the table and flashed the twinkle of a wink to the waiter. "Gad! Doll, if you look at me with them frisky eyes I "
A man with sunken cheeks slept heavily in a chair, his head forward on his chest. The driver shook him. "Wake up, guy!" he said sternly. "Orders are for all civilians to clear outa this town. You wanna soldier to come by an' take you for a looter an' bump you off?" He shook again. The cadaverous man blinked his eyes open. The smell of alcohol was distinct. He was drunk.
"He said, your honor, that she'd been following him down Madison Street for a block, talking to him and finally he stopped and she asked him " "Shh! Paula, don't! Bad girl! Shh!" That man with the black mustache. Who was he? "Yes, your honor, I never saw her before. I walk in the street and she come up and talk to me and say, 'You wanna come home with me?"
P. Sybarite regarded him with sharp distrust. "You interest me strangely, George.... But perhaps you're no more addled than usual. Consider me gently prepared against the worst and get it off your chest." "Well," said George regretfully, "I just wanna put you next to the facts before you ask her. Miss Lessing ain't goin' to go with us to-night." P. Sybarite looked startled and grieved.
We played "There were Shepherds," "Ave Maria," and "Sweet Christmas Bells." Only we older people cared for those, so then we had "Arrah Wanna," "Silver Bells," "Rainbow," "Red Wing," and such songs. How delighted they were!
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