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Occasionally there were sales, the coins rattling down into the china saucer beside her; oftener a mere bombardment of insolence and indolence, occasionally a question. This day from a motorman, loitering in uniform between runs, "Say, skinnay, whatcha weigh?"
"What's old in New York? I haven't been here in three months. It's good to be back." "Seems grand t' see you, Mis' McChesney," returned Jake." Well, nothin' much stirrin'. Whatcha think of the Grand Central? I understand they're going to have a contrivance so you can stand on a mat in the waiting-room and wish yourself down to the track an' train that you're leavin' on.
A slinky man comes up at his elbow and starts to talk out of the side of his mouth. "Say, mister " "Oh, go to hell!" and the man fades away again, without even looking startled, to mutter "Well, you needn' be so damn peeved about it I'll say you needn' be so damn peeved whatcha think you are, anyhow Marathon Mike?" as Oliver's feet take Oliver swiftly away from him. Nancy.
But it's a secret, as yet from everybody except you and Violet; and even you we wouldn't tell had you not earned the right to know by guessing and making me semi-credulous enough to start something several somethings, in fact." "G'wan!" George coaxed. "Feed it to me: I'll eat it right outa your hand. Whatcha been doin' with yourself all night, P.S.?" "I've been Day of Days-ing myself, George."
It ain't Saturday night." At the stoop of her rooming-house they lingered. A honey-colored moon hung like a lantern over the block-long row of shabby-fronted houses. On her steps and to her fermenting fancy the shadow of an ash-can sprawled like a prostrate human being. "Charley!" She clutched his arm. "Whatcha scared about, Sweetness?" "Oh, Charley, I I feel creepy to-night."
"Whatcha mean, what do I think about it?" "The woman in the taxicab do you think she killed him?" Barker drew a deep breath. One might have fancied that it was a sigh of relief. "Oh, her? Sure! She's the person that killed him!" "He knew a good many women?" suggested Carroll interrogatively. "He got along pretty well with them?" "H-m!" William Barker nodded. "You said it then, Mr. Carroll. Mr.
If you'd 'a' listened to me, you wouldn't 'a' gone and sold out your last dud to raise money. Whatcha got friends for?" "The way you dug down for for the funeral, Joe. He he couldn't have had the silver handles or the gray velvet if if not for you, Joe. He he always loved everything the best. I can't never forget that of you, Joe just never."
"Well," Murphy replied, "'Slim' gets his jack from da 'Gink." "Are you sure of that?" "Say, whatcha think 'Slim' is, a Christmas tree?" "Now, let me get this right," said John. "The 'Gink' knew this raid was coming off. He arranged with you and most of the others who were arrested to be at the places to be raided so that Gibson's men would have a crowd to take to central station.
"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."
There was only one jarring note the fact that she was chewing gum, chewing it rapidly as if to relieve nervous tension. "Well! Hope you'll know me next time you see me! Get it off your chest please! Whatcha goin' to do about it?" Kendrick smiled slowly at the incongruity of the speech, even while thankful that her voice at least was not in harsh discord with her appearance, but well modulated.
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