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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Did you think I'd ask you to run a risk that frightened me?" "Dunno's I thought much about it, but 'f yuh wanta know what I think now, I think you oughta get a rebate outa whatcha give me if you live to apply for it. And I don't mind tellin' you, if you do, you won't get it."
"Well, it's pretty near eatin' time, an' aw, pshaw, I jest can't dare to say it." "Go ahead, old chap, I can't do more than annihilate you." "Well, I wanna go to the Schuylerses to dinner." "To dinner!" "Yes, sir. An' not to the kitchen eats, neither. I wanta set up to their gran' table with their butlerses an' feetmen, an' be a nonnerd guest. Kin I, Mr. Stone? Say, kinni?"
"The sobrecargo's busy," he said in English. "You'll be taken to sea unless you get up on deck." "I no wanta el sobrecargo," the man replied in a thick, stupid voice. "The music is thirsty; I wanta drink."
"She's darn tender-bitted," he commented, after two round trips over the straight half-mile stretch, and fourteen narrow escapes. "And the man that made 'er sure oughta known better than to make 'er neck rein in harness. And I don't like this windin' 'er up every time you wanta start. But she can sure go and that's what Casey Ryan's after every day in the week. "All right, Bill.
But Tom kept listening to the subdued click of the monorail and kept wondering. Finally Roger, sleeping next to him, wakened for a moment. "Roger," said Tom, "I want to ask you something." "Wait'll the mornin'," mumbled Roger. "Wanta sleep." "The way you acted with Bernard," Tom persisted. "You ate his dinner and then acted like he was poison. Why was that, Roger?" The other sat bolt upright.
"H'w aire yeh, Tanner? Pleasant 'casion. Mind steppin' on a bit? We men wanta have a word with the parson." Mr. Tanner stepped on hurriedly, and the minister was left standing nonplussed and alone in the doorway of the school-house. "Um! Ah!" began the minister, trying to summon his best clerical manner to meet what? He did not know.
Graham's secretary ate lunch with the two old-timers and the conversation threatened to get away from West and hover about financial conditions in New York. The cattleman brought it by awkward main force to the subject he had in mind. "Say, Horace, I wanta talk with you about a proposition that's on my chest," he broke out. Graham helped himself to a lamb chop.
But what I wanta ask you is this: We fellows who have to write the facts behind the news; where do we get off?" "I don't understand you," said Hal. "Lemme explain. Last week we had an accident on the Mid-and-Mud. Engineer ran by his signals. Rear end collision. Seven people killed. Coroner's inquest put all the blame on the engineer. Engineer wasn't tending to his duty. That's news, isn't it, Mr.
He was ready now, however, to be offered on the altar of Sunday-school, even, if that would please the new teacher and spite the minister. "I'll take you ef you wanta go." He looked defiantly at the minister as he said it. But at last Mrs. Tanner seemed to grasp what was the matter. "Why! why! why! You mean preaching service!" she clucked out. "Why, yes, Mr. West, wouldn't that be fine?
"Never mind him, you punk!" snarled Loring. "Tell that fatheaded Connel I wanta talk to him! Make it fast!" Tom's face disappeared to be replaced by the raging features of Major Connel. "You murdering space rat!" he roared. "I've given you two minutes to surrender and, by the craters of Luna, you've only got thirty seconds left!"
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