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'Come, come, madam, said the barrister, 'you must not tell us you imagined for a moment you were ever in any serious danger from these terrible fellows. 'Mustn't! mustn't! cried Mrs. Cox. 'An', indeed, why not, sir? Who're you to tell me I musn't? Mrs. Cox stopped deliberately and carefully rolled up both sleeves of her dress.
"Those who're thirsty are thirsty, and those who aren't thirsty aren't thirsty," remarked My-Boots. "Therefore, we'll order the punch. No one need take offence. The aristocrats can drink sugar-and-water." And as the zinc-worker commenced another sermon, the other, who had risen on his legs, gave himself a slap, exclaiming: "Come, let's have no more of that, my boy!
"Who're you a-calling names, you bow-legged little shrimp?" shouted Gid, slapping Harry across the face with a piece of fat pork. An angry mix-up, school boy rules, followed, to the great detriment of the rations. Si and Shorty rushed up, separated the combatants, and administered shakes, cuffs, and sharp reprimands.
"She's a lady, whatever else she may be." "It sounds like a Deserving Case. Oh, dear, I do hope she isn't a deserving case? I've had so many thrust under my nose in the last seven weeks, and I'm sorry to say the undeserving ones are usually more interesting. They're all undeserving ones who're coming to tea."
You've only to send word, or come right along up. You see, the folks who're alone are the folks who've got no one to go to when things get awry. I guess you can't ever feel just alone now whatever happens." Keeko's eyes were very soft, very tender as she looked up into Marcel's face. "It's good to hear that. It's good to feel that," she said gently. "And I do feel it," she added with a deep sigh.
"Hello, there; where are you goin', you chuckle-headed clodhoppers?" yelled the men on another train rushing down from a different direction. "This ain't no hayfield. Go back home and drive cows, and git out o' the way o' men who're at work."
Chance runs me plumb into the camp of these rustlers who're cutting into your profits on the Obar. I come right in and hand you the story. You and Bud round up a bunch of boys and I take you to where the camp's hidden. You hold 'em up, and you hang them. Well, I guess the pleasantest moment of that racket for you would be to get back to home and hand me a bunch of dollars.
And with that unequivocal directness, which, after twenty years, still remained with him, the boy flung out a thin arm in the direction of the eastern horizon. "Back ther', mister." The natural sequence was to ask him whither he was bound, and his answer came with a similar gesture with his other hand westward. "Yonder." "But but who're your folks? Where are they?" the Padre had next hazarded.
The poor brute had a fall on his pate and his horn grew of it, and it 's to prove that he has got something in his head, and is dangerous both fore and aft, which is not the case with other horses, who're usually wicked at the heels alone. That's it, be sure, or near it. And his horn's there to file the subject nation's grievances for the Lion to peruse at his leisure.
'Let's stick to our own way of life, we two. Don't let's get middle-aged just yet, like Warner and Davies. And, mind, drop that agency rot, and leave the curate to Perpetua. They're just the age she twenty, he twenty-five. You, who're forty-one, have pity! That evening Hood smoked his pipe in a college garden. One who had taught him years ago was there.
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