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As I thought, he is too intent on his task to notice a touch as light as I am using. Is there no way we can get there faster? If he continues at his present rate, everyone in the Palace may be dead by the time we arrive." "No, dammit," Hobison said. "Hyperdrive is three lights per hour, period, and we're still most of an hour out." "Perhaps a few minutes," Nevan said.
"We seem to disagree as to which is the right light." "Then there is nothing more to be said. I will be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Bevan. I like you . . ." "The feeling is quite mutual." "But I don't want you as a son-in-law. And, dammit," exploded Lord Marshmoreton, "I won't have you as a son-in-law!
It came as a slight shock when the realization hit MacMaine that his liking for the general was exactly why he was uncomfortable around him. Dammit, a man isn't supposed to like his enemy and most especially when that enemy does and says things that one would despise in a friend. Come to think of it, though, did he, MacMaine, actually have any friends?
"On the table, of course." "Dammit, what a repulsive object I look!" he groaned. "And yet, what matter? Yes it's just as well she should have seen me at my very worst! And yet these cursed bristles! I tell you she's an angel, Perry!" "And hungry, Anthony."
The piece was about some chap that was running for office, and it closed up with something like this: 'Dennis, my boy, look well to your laurels. When that tramp got through with it, it come back to the editor like this: 'Dammit, my boy, bark well at your barrels." Mr. McGowan laughed heartily, and Miss Pipkin struggled against a like inclination, doing her best to appear shocked.
Dammit, sir, they even produce a photograph of Orlando, the family cat! You did it, I am told. Did you?" "I am trying to do what I can for my paper, Mr. Carr," said the young man. "The public is interested." Mr. Carr regarded him with peculiar hatred. "Come here," he said; "I have got something to say to you." The young man cautiously left the ranks of his fellows and came up on the porch.
He braced himself with that painful air of effort which announces to the world that an Englishman is about to speak a language other than his own. "J'espère," he said, having swallowed once or twice to brace himself up for the journey through the jungle of a foreign tongue, "J'espère que vous n'êtes pas oh, dammit, what's the word J'espère que vous n'êtes pas blessée?" "Blessée?" "Yes, blessée.
"I can sympathize with the feller's being gone on the girl," he said to himself, undisturbed by Regina's frequent bursts of loud laughter at young Barclay's quiet but persistent banter, "but dammit, why make a conspicuous ass of himself? Why make the whole blessed house party, including his hostess, pay for his being turned down in favor of young Harry? Bad form, I call it.
Thorpe, and refuse to be the same, in a different way, to her." His face broke into a whimsical smile. "Anne is what you might call hopelessly afflicted. Dammit all, put her out of her misery!" Thorpe stared at him aghast. The utter banality of the remark left him speechless. For the first time in their acquaintance, he misjudged Simmy Dodge. He drew back from him, scowling.
"Pooh, Peter, dammit!" said he, snatching his hand away and thrusting it hurriedly into his pocket, out of farther reach. "Thank you, sir," I reiterated; "be sure that should I fall ill or any unforeseen calamity happen to me, I will most gladly, most gratefully accept your generous aid in the spirit in which it is offered, but " "But?" exclaimed Sir Richard. "Until then "
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