Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
Come away, man, and try your hand on him whatefer." Gilbert glanced at the girl again, half doubtfully. This was so unlike the first call to a patient which he had so often pictured that he was taken unawares. She seemed to divine his thoughts. "Will you go?" she said gently. "It is my uncle. He is always helping some one in trouble. Perhaps there has been an accident in the mill."
And Isaac and Rebekah had taken first, anyhow, and the doctor must come and see the red tickets on them. Gilbert started off through the crowd, but fell a captive by the way. As he passed a Gaelic-speaking group of checked shawls he was grasped violently by the sleeve and forced into the circle. "There she will be now. Jist be takin' a look at her, whatefer.
And Piper Lauchie shouted from the back of the building in a high thin yell: "The next item will be that some one will be hafing his brains knocked out, whatefer!" And he tramped straight up the aisle to the platform, his old plaid streaming from his shoulders, his pipes held like a drawn claymore.
"To hell with your words and your broblems. They are of no use whatefer, whatefer. Our good friend, Sir James, is up to his neck in broblems like a man in a bog, and he cannot move. Now I have not your broblems. To hell with your broblems. My Cousin Wynne is full of 'em, and he's still gaping up at the cloud on Snowdon, while I'm here, ready.
Oh, yes, the folks will be real pleased, whatefer." The sick man looked up suddenly and spoke with unlooked-for strength. "I will accept charity from no living man," he said curtly. "Hoots, toots!" cried Uncle Hughie, in gentle remonstrance. "Charity! It would jist be a bit of a neighborly act, man! Come away, now, come." His voice was coaxing. "Here is the doctor, now, waiting to help you.
But the man hass escaped with hiss spoil, whatefer it iss, und you only, Hendrik, know what it iss." Hendrik Martinus looked at Jacobus Huysman and Jacobus Huysman looked squarely back at him. The angry fire died out of the eyes of Martinus, and instead came a swift look of comprehension which passed in an instant.
"My name will pe McBess, Allister McBess!" cried the rubicund personage, grasping a rather unwilling hand and shaking it wildly, "Allister McBess, oh yes, inteet, an' they will pe telling me you will pe a real Hielanman, though how coult a Hielanman pe hafing such a name as Egerton, it is a missery to me, whatefer!" There was no mistaking the good feeling in Catchach's beaming countenance.
He pulled the Algonquin Chronicle out of his pocket, smoothed it out carefully, and moving with his wide swaying stride across the deck to where a young girl was seated alone, he offered it to her as "the finest weekly paper in Canada, whatefer, and a good sound Liberal into the bargain." The girl smiled her thanks, and, taking the paper, glanced over it with an indifferent eye.
"Well, Callum, man," began Mackenzie in pleasant salutation. "My name is Kalman," snapped the boy. "Never mind, it iss a good name, whatefer. But I am saying we will be getting into the pitaties after breakfast. Can ye drop pitaties?" "Show me how," said Kalman shortly. "And that I will," said Mackenzie affably, helping himself to the bottle.
"Oh! they are gone," said Marion, when Eve looked unthinkingly round the room. One league out of Angouleme on the main road to Paris, Kolb stopped. "Vere shall we go?" "To Marsac," said David; "since we are on the way already, I will try once more to soften my father's heart." "I would rader mount to der assault of a pattery," said Kolb, "your resbected fader haf no heart whatefer."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking