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And as the bed rose higher and higher, the rope working smoothly and noiselessly over the pulley, the old man poured out the most pitiful supplications to the Virgin Mary: "Good Lady! sweet Lady! don't pull so! Ho, there! Let go, I say!" But she seemed not to hear a word. At this he grew furiously angry and bellowed: "You must be deaf, you wooden-head! Let go, bitch of a Madonna!"
Seryozhka screws up his eyes contemptuously and obviously enjoys his awkwardness and incompetence. "Eh-eh-eh!" he mutters angrily. "Even that you can't do! The fact is you are a stupid peasant, a wooden-head! You ought to be grazing geese and not making a Jordan! Give the compasses here! Give them here, I say!"
But the clergyman was elderly, as set in his ways as the Captain was in his, and the disagreement was absolute and final. "The feller is a regular wooden-head," declared Shadrach, hotly.
And my absent-mindedness was visible to Fifanti when I came to my studies with him later. He grew more peevish with me than was habitual, dubbed me dunce and wooden-head, and commended the wisdom of those who had determined upon a claustral life for me, admitting that I knew enough Latin to enable me to celebrate as well as another without too clear a knowledge of the meaning of what I pattered.
It was the cries of the outer assault that roused him from mere amazement to a comprehension of the dangers involved in his being thus penned in a cell and his enemies kept at bay by some wooden bars and a wooden-head.
"COULD N'T?" And the policeman laughed till he nearly had the house down, only stopping to ask, while the tears ran over his well-fed cheeks, "Did he charge him forrit?" and laughed again. He went away laughing, and for all I know the wooden-head may be laughing yet. Everything was favourable to a good harvest. The rain fell just when it was wanted, and one could almost see the corn growing.
"A sea-cook who was such a wooden-head that when he made doughnuts they turned green. He's got one in his hand that he's about to heave into the sea." "Oh, horrors! No!" exclaimed Georgina, as scandalized as if some false report had been circulated about one of her family.
"Eh, pardieu!" said Mazarin, with a grimace which he always made when spoken to about money. "They will be paid, if there is no way of getting out of it." "Does my lord seriously wish me to name any one who was mixed up in the cabals of that day?" "By Bacchus!" rejoined Mazarin, impatiently, "it's about an hour since I asked you for that very thing, wooden-head that you are."
"I ain't no wooden-head, as some thinks I am," he blurted out, while his dull eyes flashed; "and, by gosh, I want that darn well understood between you and me, Mr. Gaston! I don't want any interference in my affairs; but as to what you're drivin' at, perhaps, I'll say this. I'm going to let Joyce have her head in reason." "You better," Gaston laughed unpleasantly.
And, so long as Emily behaves herself, she shall be treated accordingly. When she doesn't, she shall be punished. You must understand that." "But Ben Edwards! Why, he's a wooden-head, same as his dad was a fore him! And Emmie's the smartest scholar in this town." "Oh, no, she isn't! She's a good scholar, but there are others just as good and even quicker to learn."
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