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A few words, however, may be spared to touch lightly on what is designated the "Mutuel" system, which was invented by M. Joseph Oller, an ingenious Frenchman, about 1866. Those who had the good fortune to attend Paris in 1867 may remember that M. Oller's indicators were prominent race-course features during the Great Exposition.
"You've said pretty well, I think," said I; "supposing you tell me what you have to tell me otherwise good night!" "Very well then!" said the Pedler, "let's talk o' summ'at else; still livin' in the 'Oller, I suppose?" "Yes." "Ah, well! I come through there today," said he, grinning, and again his eyes grew malevolent. "Indeed?" "Ah! indeed!
At that time M'riar looked upon the separation as inevitable. The wild scheme which, afterwards, grew in her alert and worried brain, had not yet had its birth and she could not take the thought of her Miss Anna's going with composure. "Hi didn't want ter 'oller," she said, at length, when she had regained her self-control, "but that there yell hinside o' me was bigger'n Hi 'ad room fer, Miss."
Wait shook his head; rolled his eyes; he denied, cursed, threatened and not a word had the strength to pass beyond the sorrowful pout of those black lips. It was incomprehensible and disturbing; a gibberish of emotions, a frantic dumb show of speech pleading for impossible things, promising a shadowy vengeance. It sobered Donkin into a scrutinising watchfulness. "Yer can't oller. See?
But Harry waved him aside. "Ain't I paid the installment on it?" he remonstrated. "What's the rumpus?" Fairchild, with Mother Howard, both laughing happily, was just behind Herbenfelder. And behind them was thronging half of Ohadi. "We thought you were drowned!" "Me?" Harry's laughter boomed again, in a way that was infectious. "Me drowned, just because I let out a 'oller and dropped my 'at?"
Thus Oller was driven out from Byzantium by Odin and retired into Sweden. Here, while he was trying, as if in a new world, to repair the records of his glory, the Danes slew him.
You can arks for yourself. I can 'oller 'er up less time than talkin' about it. You've only to say!" But this man, the twist of whose face had not been improved by his recognition of the bloater, seemed to wish to confine his communications to Michael, rather decisively.
"'E ain't got no more life in 'im than a sick cat," said one. "The Bellair folks will beat us 'oller; every one o' their blooming hentries is as fit as fiddles." "Ain't we worked on 'im for four mortal hours?" demanded another. "Wot more can we do?" "Send for old 'Awkins an' tell 'im, that's all." A shudder seemed to shake the group in the stall. It was clear that Mr.
'Ah, they say to themselves, 'that'll just do for me; that's what I'm goin' to believe; when it's got its Sunday clothes on it'll look like a regular lord. Well, there's plenty o' that sort about; and you can allus tell 'em by the 'oller sound as they makes. And them's the folks as spoils the old Bible.
"An' then, you lives all alone in that theer ghashly 'Oller an' you fights, an' struggles wi' devils an' demons, all in the wind an' rain an' tearin' tempest an' what's most of all you comes back alive; an' what's more yet, wi' devil-marks upon ye an' your throat all tore wi' claws.
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