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It was a dreary scene that met my gaze at break of day. Already the Quharity had risen six feet, and in many parts of the glen it was two hundred yards wide. Waster Lunny's corn-field looked like a bog grown over with rushes, and what had been his turnips had become a lake with small islands in it.
He said at once, in the bedroom where Jasper Penny was folding his scarf. "That young waster, Culser, Daniel Culser, was shot and killed in Mrs. Scofield's house last evening." The ends of the scarf fell neglected over the soft, cambric frills of his shirt. Jasper Penny swallowed dryly. "At what time?" he asked.
An idle, loafing rascal who thought of nothing but his own comfort, and was the biggest waster in the village. He has set to work now, and he shall stick to it, or I'll know the reason why! I'll keep a stern hand on him, Nan, for your sake; for it was you, not I, who set this ball a-rolling, and I am only the executor of your orders.
Since I spoke to Waster Lunny the river had risen several feet, and even the hillocks in his turnip-field were now submerged. The mist was creeping down the hills. But what warned me most sharply that the flood was not satisfied yet was the top of the school-house dike; it was lined with field-mice. I turned back, and Gavin, mistaking my meaning, said I did wisely.
I hope you are not fretting over that good-for-nothing waster, Henfrey! Personally, I'm glad to be rid of a fellow who is wanted by the police for a very serious crime. Do brighten up, dear. This is not like you!" "I well, mother, I I don't know what to do," the girl confessed. "Do! Take my advice, darling. Think no more of the fellow. He's no use to you or to me." "But, mother dear "
After all, he has lost one of his sons in Mesopotamia." "A drunken waster," cried the girl. "He died, Joan," said her father simply. "No man may do more." "You're too kind-hearted, Dad," she said, patting his arm, and looking up into his face. "I wouldn't be." Sir James laughed. "Oh! yes, you would. Besides, I sha'n't have a chance much longer." With a quick sigh, he bent and kissed her.
He's been in bad odour all his life, I should fancy. One more row won't bother him much. I wish it would; it would be almost worth while to be upset if Guy Vyvian was going to be upset too the waster.
"Cyclop," said Ulysses, "if any ask thee who imposed on thee that unsightly blemish in thine eye, say it was Ulysses, son of Laertes: the king of Ithaca am I called, the waster of cities."
He could not endure a long look at the thing, and allowed his gaze to wander to the panelled woodwork of the bar. "Fumed oak," he suggested to the waster. But the waster pushed one of the slender-stemmed glasses toward him. "There's the life-line, old top; cling to it! Here's a go!" Bean drank. The beverage was icy, but it warmed him to life.
Rameses raised himself and looked fixedly at the soldier. Again Menes laughed. "Spare me, my Prince! It is no longer a state secret. It is out and over all Egypt. Why it came not to thine ears I know not. Perchance every one is afraid to gossip to thee save mine unabashed self." "Waster of the air!" Rameses exclaimed. "What meanest thou?"
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