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"We kivered them, fait', will inough!" shouted the other grave-diggers. "Do ye belave, Colonel," said the dry person, again, "that thim ribals'll lave us a chance to catch them. Be me sowl! I'm jist wishin to war-rum me hands wid rifle practice." The others echoed loudly, that they were anxious to be ordered up, and some said that "Little Mac'll give 'em his big whack now."
"You can't very well get lost between here and your house, or I'd go with you." "It warn't the weddin' glass that was too much for me," replied the old man at the point of tears, "'twas the one I had arterwards at the or'nary. Not wishin' to depart from an old custom on account of a rare festival, I stopped at Mrs. Bottom's just as young Mr.
He hit that more times than he's wishin' he had right now. But, oh, what a lacin'! What a lacin'! I never had anything like it before. The Chicago Terror, they call 'm. I take my hat off to 'm. He's some bear. But I could a-made 'm take the count if I'd ben in condition an' had my wind. Oh! Ouch! Watch out! It's like a boil!"
Flint, suh, seein' Louisa liked you so much, an' it's you she'd want to have it " she leaned over, pushed the thick fair hair aside, and laid her finger upon a very whimsy of a curl, shorter, paler, fairer than the others, just above the little right ear. "Her pa useter call that the wishin' curl," said she, half apologetically.
Bide here th' night, can't un?" urged Richard. "I were sayin' t' Mr. MacDonald as I'd be back t' th' post th' day, so promisin' I has t' go." "Aye, an' un promised, though I were hopin' t' have un bide th' night." "When'll I be comin' for un, Bessie?" asked Tom. "Oh, Bessie must be bidin' a long time," plead Emily. "I've been wishin' t' have she so much. Please be leavin' she a long time."
"Wal, I'm shore wishin' you-all good luck," he called, significantly. Neale shot a quick glance at Allie to see if the cowboy's good- humored double meaning had occurred to her. But apparently she had not heard. She seemed to be tiring. Her lips were parted and she panted. "Are you tired? Shall we go back?" he asked. "No I like it," she returned, slowly, as if the thought were strange to her.
Robert is, no matter if he does take it out in wishin'! It ain't every boss would do that much, specially with the load he's carryin'. For you know since Old Hickory's been down South takin' seven kinds of baths, and prob'ly cussin' out them resort doctors as they was never cussed before, Mr. Robert Ellins has been doin' a heap more than give an imitation of bein' a busy man.
Re-enter JIM. Gives a bun to JACK. Jim. I tell you what, Bill she ain't your Mattie. She ain't nobody's Mattie; she's a hangel. Bill. No, Jim, she ain't a hangel; she 'ain't got no wings, leastways outside her clo'es, and she 'ain't got clo'es enough to hide 'em. I wish I wos a hangel! Jack. At it again, Bill! I do like to hear Bill a wishin' of hisself! Why, Bill? Bill.
This chap, my sister's husban', was wishin' to get rid of his wife, but in makin' the attempt he ruined himself, and I was ter see the chap hung fur the murder." "Then he does succeed." The keen eyes of Barkswell regarded the man before him fixedly, penetratingly. "No!" hissed the tramp. "Men do not hang for attempting murder." "Don't they?
I wuz scoutin' up by the Wyandot village, an' I captured in the thickets that thar chief they call White Lightnin' Timmendiquas he told me wuz his high-toned Injun name. I took him with my hands, not wishin' to hurt him 'cause I had somethin' in mind.
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