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I must say of course that so far as your music is concerned, I am not with you. There is too much hullaballoo in it, and not enough plain hellishness to suit me. But rid this country of the whole tribe of Döderleins, and you will find that I am your man. Not that I would invite you to take dinner with me, so that you could have me make you a loan, not on your life.
When the darkness cleared, the hearts of the true animals fell for fear lest the sorcerer's ruse be successful; but they met the challenge readily, and instead of fleeing, stood their ground; the true dog battling with the false dog, the real cat with the false cat. Never was such a hullaballoo heard in Fairyland.
"They are all here, Major," Peter cried, dragging me inside. It was wonderful how young and happy he looked. "Miss Corinne, and that loud Hullaballoo, Garry Minott, we saw prancing around at the supper you remember Holker gave him the ring." "And Miss MacFarlane?" I asked. "Ruth! Turn your head, my boy, and take a look at her. Isn't she a picture?
"If I hid them at home, they'd be found; if I dropped them in the street, some hullaballoo might arise from it." "Let's carry them back to the old-iron shop, and get the fellow to buy them back at half-price!" "Catch him doing that! Besides, the trick is sure to get wind in the town; he might be capable of coming forward and declaring that we bought the keys at his shop."
But they are pathologic specimens, and we are not for the moment concerned with them. The Freudians have set up a great hullaballoo about creative activities as sublimations of the sex instinct, or as they would have it, the libido.
Suppose the wronged man does get killed; that is all right: it wasn't merely blood he was after, but the right to hit a man in the eye for a wrong done. What is all this hullaballoo about saving human life? There's as much interest and duty in dying as living, if you go the way your conscience tells you."
But that raucous "hrumph! hrumph!" that cacophonous yell! 'Tis Pig-noise, and Irish I know it so well. It is right in the road, it is plump in the gap. Steady, Dobbin! Don't halt for this hullaballoo Gee up! and go steady, now there's a good chap. What, the same plaguy Pig! Nay, by Jove, there are two! And they're fighting each other, these porkers perverse, In the gap we must pass!
It was this hullaballoo that drew Cyril's attention to the evanescence of the cake of cakes. His face at once changed from calm pride to a dreadful anxiety. His eyes bulged out. His tiny mouth grew and grew, like a mouth in a nightmare. He was no longer human; he was a cake-eating tiger being balked of his prey. Nobody noticed him.
It struck us all as 'ow the sarpint was gitting tired o' bread, and was misbehaving himself, consequently we just shoved our 'eds out o' the fore-scuttle and listened. All the hullaballoo seemed to be on the bridge, an' as we didn't see the sarpint there we plucked up courage and went on deck. "Then we saw what had happened.
They looked at each other again, with timid affectionateness. They did not kiss. The thought in both their minds was: "We couldn't keep on kissing every day." But there was a vast amount of quiet, restrained affection, of mutual confidence and respect, even of tenderness, in their tones. About half an hour later a dreadful hullaballoo smote the ear of Constance. She was just getting into bed.
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