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"Jis' don't go pitchin' into me and callin' me names," retorted Vic; "'cause I won't stand it." "Ladies, ladies!" interposed Dolf. "Don't resturb de harmonium of our walk by any onpleasant words." "I ain't a sayin' nothin'," said Vic. "Yer've said more'n I," returned Clo, "and I ain't gwine to be pushed inter de ditch by nobody thar!"
"By the great horn spoon, yer've got it, my boy!" roared the captain. "And now yer come ter speak uv it, my mind misgives me that all ain 't right at the island. I didn't tell yer, but I left a tidy sum uv money in that old iron safe off the Sarah Jane, the last ship I commanded, and all this what's puzzled us so may be part uv some thievish scheme.
Coombs did not cringe, but my tone brought him uneasiness. "The niggers won't work," he returned gruffly. "Thar ain't a nigger on the place." "Apparently white men enough hanging around. What 's the matter with the negroes?" "Ghosts," and the fellow laughed. "Maybe yer've seen sum?" I straightened up, stung by the sneer in his voice.
"Lone Wolf," said he, still looking him straight in the eyes, "why don't yer hold yer knife in the hand that yer generally do?" "Lone Wolf can slay the dog of a white man with which hand he may choose." "Yer haven't been able to do it with both hands during all these years that you've been tryin', when yer've had yer whole tribe to help yer; but don't make a fool of yerself, Lone Wolf.
He just turned round an' was walkin' orf to the dressin' station when a shell busted atween us. It copped me in the 'ead an' knocked me senseless. Arterwards I 'eard me mate 'ad bin blowed ter bits. Oh, it's 'ard when yer've bin together all the time an' shared everythink."
It was the shop that yer were always talkin' about. An' if yer 'adn't walked in at that door just now, I should never 'ave suspected. Screamin' funny, ain't it? She wasn't much loss, but she was a thousand times better than the ladylike devil that killed her. I don't know 'ow the law stands in a case like this. Yer may be safe from that, but yer've got me ter deal with first.
"Get up," said Tom, giving his adversary a thrust with his foot, and another and another, feeling a kind of fierce satisfaction in so doing, for every thrust brought forth a howl. "Will you get up?" cried Tom. "I carn't; yer've broke my ribs and killed me yer coward."
Yer've both been loafin' here fer an hour." "No," answered Wilson, "I haven't been loafing." "Wot yer doin' then?" "Living." Wilson caught an eager look from the shadowed face of the girl. He met the other eyes which peered viciously into his with frank aggressiveness. He never in his life had felt toward any fellow-creature as he felt towards this man. He could have reached for his throat.
The box was passed about, and everyone looked at the gold in silence. "Well, I snum! Yer've done it! I didn't believe yer could, but yer've done it!" This remark, from a man in front, made most of the people laugh. One very serious old man kept the box in his hands. He had neither laughed nor smiled when the man in front spoke, but he looked earnestly at Mr. Snider.
"Which do yer like, Mr Fowles? Lean or fat? The fat sometimes melts in yer mouth. Give 'im that bit yer cut for me, William." "If 'e don't like it, 'e can leave it," growled Partridge. "Now, that'll do, William. I always said yer bark was worse than yer bite. You'll be all right w'en yer've 'ad yer beer.
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