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I hate to see you whimpering and whining about wrongs you have been cordially inviting for weeks and months and years." "Grandmother!" "Yes, you have been sowing thorns for yourself, and then you go unshod over them.
'That's Ponto; what can have brought him home? he went with Reginald to chop at the edge of the clearing. The dog was no sooner admitted than he jumped on them both, pulled their gowns, ran back whining, and repeated these movements many times. 'He wants us to go with him, Jay don't you think so? What could be the matter?
Give me some money; I'll go away and not bother you again." Whereat Lydia had cried out a little hurt cry, which reached the ears of the watcher outside. "Don't leave me, father! I have no one but you in all the world no one." "And you've never even told me how much money you have," the man went on in a whining voice. "There's daughterly affection for you! By rights it all ought to be mine.
"To be sure," he said, in a whining tone, "I had forgotten your friends, Lord Comyn and Mr. Fox. They may do something for you, now you own your estate. My dear sir, I dislike to say aught against any man. Mrs. Manners will tell you of their kindness to us, but I vow I have not been able to see it. With all the money at their command they will not loan me a penny in my pressing need.
A. W. Ward pertinently says, his marvelously vivid reproduction of manners is unsurpassed by any of his contemporaries. "The age lives in his men and women, his country gulls and town gulls, his imposters and skeldering captains, his court ladies and would-be court ladies, his puling poetasters and whining Puritans, and, above all, in the whole ragamuffin rout of his Bartholomew Fair.
We went down the street together for all the world like a "mug" in tow of one of those black-guard guides. As we approached the station the guide said in his whining German: "Pay attention to me now. I shall leave you here. Go to the suburban booking-office the entrance is in the street to the left of the station hall.
"I spake hastily, for I was ashamed of her words, though I only half understood them: 'I hear thee and deem that thou mockest me: I have never known a mother; I am but a poor thrall, a goatherd dwelling with a mistress in a nook of this wildwood: I have never a piece of bread; but as to the goats' milk, that thou shalt have at once. So I called one of my goats to me, for I knew them all, and milked her into a wooden bowl that I carried slung about me, and gave the old woman to drink: and she kissed my hand and drank and spake again, but no longer in a whining voice, like a beggar bidding alms in the street, but frank and free.
I remembered what an old Boer had said to me at Buluwayo: "The Zulu with his assegai is an enemy to be feared; with a gun, he is a bungler." We pounded on up the hill. It was deadly work, with those brutes at our heels. The child on Hilda's arm was visibly wearying her. It kept on whining. "Hilda," I cried, "that baby will lose your life! You CANNOT go on carrying it."
"A'll come for ye, Tammas, gin there be danger; but what are ye feared for wi' the Queen's ain surgeon here?" Fifty minutes did the flail rise and fall, save twice, when Tammas crept to the door and listened, the dog lifting his head and whining.
It was no longer the deep, controlled voice of the stoic; it was the almost whining complaint of vital weakness. "Is there anything I can do for you?" parried Byrne. "Anything you need or wish?" "Him!" answered the old man explosively. "Damn it, I need Dan! Where is he? He was here. I felt him here while I was sleepin'. where is he?" "He has stepped out for an instant," answered Byrne smoothly.
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