Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
"I am very glad to have such phylacteries on my arm, as you put it," he responded. "I fancy I should be a good deal froomer if my phylacteries were like that." "What, aren't you frooms?" she said, as they joined the hungry procession in which she noted Bessie Sugarman on the arm of Daniel Hyams. "No, I'm a regular wrong'un," he replied. "As for phylacteries, I almost forget how to lay them."
Jill looked up. "What do you mean?" "A poor sort of fellow," repeated Uncle Chris. "Your mother was foolish to trust you to me. Your father had more sense. He always said I was a wrong'un." Jill got up quickly. She was certain now that she had been right, and that there was something on her uncle's mind. "What's the matter, Uncle Chris? Something's happened. What is it?"
To tell you the truth, old fellow, I don't altogether fancy the looks of him, and it's my opinion," he added, "that the less you have to do with him the better. He strikes me as a wrong'un, old man." "No, no," said Horace; "eccentric, that's all you don't understand him."
He had put on flesh, and even his always dubious good looks were rapidly deserting him. The heavy young jowl looked less young and more pronounced, and he bore about an evil countenance. "Disappointment may have played the devil with him," it was said by an elderly observer; "but he has played the devil with himself. He was a wrong'un to begin with."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking