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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Very good; well, what were you unscrewing the nut for?" "Wha-at?" "Drop that 'wha-at' and answer the question; what were you unscrewing the nut for?" "If I hadn't wanted it I shouldn't have unscrewed it," croaks Denis, looking at the ceiling. "What did you want that nut for?" "The nut? We make weights out of those nuts for our lines." "Who is 'we'?"
In the waving orange glare the crowd is seen, shifting and moving. It seems impossible for the onlookers to remain constant in one spot. The chief, Charley Lomax, is gesticulating with wide arm movements. He puts his speaking-trumpet to his mouth. "Yoffemoffemoffemoffemoffi" he says. "Wha-at?" the men halloo back. "Yoffemoffemoffemoffemoff." "What'd he say?" "Search me.
The Gourlays did not seem to be stirring yet; there was no smoke above their roof-tree to show that there was life within. Postie jerked his thumb across his shoulder at the House with the Green Shutters. "There'll be chynges there the day," he said, chirruping. "Wha-at!" Toddle breathed in a hoarse whisper of astonishment, "sequesteration?" and he stared, big-eyed, with his brows arched.
'Wha-at? said Joe, grinning rather sheepishly, his eyes clouded none the less. Albert sat on the bed and proceeded to undress, nodding his head with mock gravity all the while. Joe watched him foolishly. 'What? he repeated faintly. Albert looked up at him with a knowing look. 'If that isn't coming it quick, boy! he said. 'What the blazes! What ha' you bin doing? 'Nothing! said Joe.
Events of the last month had left traces of the hardening and lowering of Jack Belllounds's nature. "Wha-at?... Let go of that bridle!" he ejaculated. Wade held it fast, while he gazed up into the prominent eyes, where fear shone and struggled with intolerance and arrogance and quickening gleams of thought. "You an' I have somethin' to talk over," said the hunter.
"But she got the divorce from me, so I reckon I had the temper," said Langworthy, with great simplicity. "Wha-at?" said Mr. Byers, putting down his glass and gazing with drunken gravity at the sad-eyed yet good-humoredly tolerant man before him. "You? you had the temper?" "I reckon that's what the court allowed," said Abner simply. Mr. Byers stared.
"For 'Starry' an' his father who's a queer fish, if ever there was one had a camp then up on Greylock peak, and the postmaster in charge o' the Greylock mail owned that he received letters for them addressed to another name only he couldn't wouldn't give it away." "Wha-at!" Pem's hand suddenly smote her lips. Her wide eyes were no patchwork now.
"I wonder at you, Liputin; whenever there's anything nasty going on you're always on the spot taking a leading part in it," I said angrily. "You're going rather far, Mr. G v. Isn't your poor little heart quaking, perhaps, in terror of a rival?" "Wha-at!" I cried, standing still. "Well, now to punish you I won't say anything more, and wouldn't you like to know though?
So we go across the water, and think to sell to some Fayal man. Then it blow fresh, and we cannot see well. Eh, wha-at? Then it blow some more fresh, and we go down below and drive very fast no one know where. By and by we see a land, and it get some hot. Then come two, three nigger in a brick. Eh, wha-at? We ask where we are, and they say now, what you all think?"
But, to my own surprise, something brave and strange entered into me. I would not be humiliated before a countryman of my mother's, that was what it was! I looked the captain straight in the eye. "Sir, I did not do it, and I won't be whipped!" "Wha-at!" ejaculated Schantze, astonished at my novel behaviour. "I didn't touch the syrup."
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