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Updated: August 21, 2024
"Jas Jas, if you get to cutting up again, I'm going to get me a man-nurse out here honest I am!" "A swig, Teenie." "Please, Jas it's only for bad spells five drops mixed up in your medicine. That's six dollars a bottle, Jas, and only for bad spells." "Stingy gut!" "Looka down there, honey there's old man Wyncoop's cow broke tether again. What you bet he's out looking for her.
The best ain't none too good for a little lady like you." "Aw, Mr. Meltzer!" Her bosom filled and waned. "Aw, Mr. Meltzer!" "I mean it." An electric bell grilled through his words. Miss Barnet sprang reflexly from the harness of an eight-hour day. "Aw, looka, and I wanted to sneak up before closing and get Dee Dee to snip me two yards of red satin, and she won't cut an inch after the bell.
Sometime go wood yard, but only fifty cents one day. He walk, walk, walk, looka for work. We must eat, we must pay rent. We all work maka da flower, but no can maka da mon. Fi' cent a gross for da wreath. It taka long time to maka one dozen wreath, and only git fi' cent. No can live. I canno' live every day, every day da same. Nine year I stay here maka da flower, always maka da flower.
But the fingers which he had crammed into his mouth were bleeding profusely. "They oughta be prosecuted," moaned the sufferer. "I'll soom. For ten thousan' dollars. M'hand is smashed. Looka that! Smashed like a bug." Banneker caught the hand and expertly bound it, taking the man's name and address as he worked. "Is it a bad wreck?" he asked. "It's hell. Look at m'hand! But I'll soom, all right.
Every Thursday evening he took dinner at Eva's, and on Sunday noon at Stell's. He tucked his napkin under his chin and openly enjoyed the home-made soup and the well-cooked meats. After dinner he tried to talk business with Eva's husband, or Stell's. His business talks were the old-fashioned kind, beginning: "Well, now, looka here. Take, f'rinstance your raw hides and leathers."
Ten minutes after his renunciation of Trina Sieppe, Marcus astounded McTeague with a tremendous feat. "Looka here, Mac. I know somethun you can't do. I'll bet you two bits I'll stump you." They each put a quarter on the table. "Now watch me," cried Marcus.
Looka my hair curling up like it does in a rain-storm! Feel my skirt down here at the hem! Can you beat it? I ain't wet, he says!" "Here, drink this, Doll, and warm up." "No." She threw a dozen brilliant glances into the crowd, tossed an invitational nod to the group adjoining, and clapped her hands for the iridescent Christmas ball that dangled over their table.
Then, just as he was about to leave, impatient at the delay, the crowd had cried, with a queer dramatic, exultant note in its voice, "Here they come! Here come the boys!" Just at that moment two little, futile, frenzied fists began to beat a mad tattoo on Jo Hertz's broad back. Jo tried to turn in the crowd, all indignant resentment. "Say, looka here!"
His business talks were the old-fashioned kind, beginning: "Well, now, looka here. Take, f'rinstance, your raw hides and leathers." But Ben and George didn't want to take, f'rinstance, your raw hides and leathers. They wanted, when they took anything at all, to take golf, or politics, or stocks. They were the modern type of businessman who prefers to leave his work out of his play.
Looka here, now why don't you just do like the pirate book says?" "How is that?" "Marry the captive maid your own self?" I felt my color rise yet more. "Why, now, that happened right along in them days pirate chief, he takes a beautiful maiden captive, an' after makin' all his prisoners walk the plank but just her, he offers his hand an' fortune.
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