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For twenty-five years it had been known that he had been trying for a goal. At last he had won it and then John Bull!... Ya-as.... American horse American owner American jockey! Sure.... Brother Jonathon turned in his lips. He did not blame John Bull; he was not angry or resentful. But he was determined and above all ironical.
"You're getting all hot and mucky. And for what? Them things will only have ter be weeded again." Janice laughed. "I'll keep them clean as far as I can go. I won't let a lot of old weeds beat me." "Huh! what's the odds?" "Why, Marty!" she cried. "Don't you like to see 'a good task well done?" "Ya-as, by somebody else," grinned that young hopeful. "Come on an' sit down, Janice."
Ruthven began to explain, rather languidly, that it was impossible; but "I want it," insisted the other doggedly. "I can't be of any service to you in this instance." "Oh, yes, I think you can. I tell you I want that card. Do you understand plain speech?" "Ya-as," drawled Ruthven, seating himself a trifle wearily among his cushions, "but yours is so ah very plain quite elemental, you know.
But she only replied, 'Oh, ya-as, thanks! with that awfully English accent, and walked out of the room. It was still dark the next morning when Leslie awoke from a dreamless sleep awoke suddenly, with the distinct impression that something unusual was happening. She lay perfectly still for several moments, trying to localize the sensation more definitely.
Why didn't Cap'n Abe stay to home when you come visiting him?" "Why, he had his plans all laid to go away, if Uncle Amazon came." "Ya-as. That's so. You are his niece, too, I s'pose." "Whose niece? Uncle Amazon's? I suppose I am," Louise gayly replied, "though when I came I had no idea there was a second uncle down here on the Cape."
He volunteered his good offices as a witness in the moot matter of intoxication and in all ways gave him treatment befitting an honored guest. "Now, what else?" he said. "You can't get a hearing until to-morrow; the justice of the peace is out of town. Do you know anybody here? Can you give bail?" "Ya-as, I reckon so. But I won't worry about that till to-morrow. Night in jail don't hurt any one."
"Ya-as," said Romeo. "Your character, you know. A fellah 'd think you'd just come from sleeping in a rubbish bin. Yes. Best Weary Willie I've seen. But aren't you coming in, dear boy? You're a cart for Dolly's prize for best-sustained character, eh?" "Presently presently." said Nicholas, smitten with a sudden idea. "Waiting for a friend, you know."
"Ya-as?" asked Red with a rising inflection. "You will not want him now," replied the monk. Red laughed sarcastically and Hopalong smiled. "There ain't a-going to be no argument about it. Trot him out," ordered Red, grimly. The monk turned to Hopalong. "Do you, too, want him?" Hopalong nodded. "My friends, he is safe from your punishment."
"Ya-as she is, the doll-faced simp! Why, say, she never wiped up a floor in her life, or baked a cake, or stood on them feet of hers. She couldn't cut up a loaf of bread decent. Bleeding France! Ha! That's rich, that is." She thrust her chin out brutally, and her eyes narrowed to slits. "She's going over there after that fella of hers. She's chasing him.
Mankeltow puts his hand on it he never touched the trigger an', bein' an automatic, of course the blame thing jarred off spiteful as a rattler! "Look out! They'll have one of us yet," says Walen in the dark. But they didn't the Lord hadn't quit being our shepherd and we heard the bullet zip across the veldt quite like old times. Ya-as! "Swine!" says Mankeltow.
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