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"Nothing, at first; but, as soon as I left his arms at liberty, he gave me such a punch in the ribs as almost doubled me in two; it was enough to knock the in'ards out of a rhinoceros ugh!" "A blow in earnest?" exclaimed Fritz in astonishment. "Yes; there was no mistake about it; it was a real, good, earnest John Bull knock-down thump; it put me in mind of Portsmouth on a pay day ugh!"
I'm completely flustered, and that ain't often my case." "Picra!" sympathetically suggested the old man. Aunt Sally's eyes snapped, and she smiled grimly, as she retorted: "Picra's good for them 'at need it. That's you, not me. It ain't a medicine for in'ards so much as 'tis for out'ards. I mean, it's better for the body than 'tis for the mind, and it's my mind that's ailin' me!
The Heths, unterrified, and secure from the afternoon torpor inflicted on up-to-date in'ards by slave-time régime, dispatched the exotic meal with the cheerfulness of Property. "Effete, Cally, that's what this age is," said Mr. Heth, pushing back his chair, and producing his gold toothpick. "Everybody looking for somebody else's neck to hang on to.
T'war rayther a scant breakfast I've hed, an' hain't gin this chile's in'ards saterfacshun. I'll jest chaw another griskin o' the deer-meat to strengthen me for this six-mile tramp southard."
"I intend to eat some myself," he replied with dignity. "Are they some kind of a varmint?" Dubiously. "Varmint?" "Pack-rat or weasel?" "Scarcely!" Wallie looked so injured that Pinkey said apologetically: "I was jest cur'ous." But inquired further: "Is that stuffin' or in'ards coming through the sewin' down the front of 'em?" "Forcemeat. I made it according to a recipe." "Indeed?" Politely.
What do I keer? what doos it matter to me what he saw? I doan't bleeve he saw owt, if yo ast me. He wor skeert wi his own thinkins, an th' cowd gripped him i' th' in'ards, an twisted him as yo may twist a withe of hay Aye! it wor a cruel neet. When I opened t' door i' t' early mornin, t' garden wor aw black th' ice on t' reservoir wor inches thick.
The crude central identity about all bedrooms that had hitherto come within Queed's ken, to wit, the bed, seemed in this remarkable room to be wanting altogether. For how was he, with his practical inexperience, to know that the handsome leather lounge in the bay-window had its in'ards crammed full of sheets, and blankets, and hinges and collapsible legs?
I knowed parson must be a goodish bit in his own in'ards afore he would do that." "I needn't tell you I didn't see you, Old Rogers." "I could tell you that, sir. I hope there's nothing gone main wrong, sir. Miss is well, sir, I hope?" "Quite well, I thank you. No, my dear fellow, nothing's gone main wrong, as you say. Some of my running tackle got jammed a bit, that's all.
When she was finally encased in a steel-colored satin bodice her plump shoulders appeared to start directly beneath her ears, and her hands were not only purple, but slightly numb. "How do I look, child?" "How do you feel?" asked Essie evasively. "As well as anybody could with their in'ards crowded up under their chin," replied Mrs. Terriberry grimly.
"I'm not so sure o' that," persisted Rogers. "But if I had thought, Mr Weir, as how you would be ready to take me up short for mentionin' of the thing, I wouldn't ha' opened my mouth to you about parson leastways, in that way, I mean." "But what way DO you mean, Old Rogers?" "Why, about his in'ards, you know." "I'm no nearer your meanin' yet."
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