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The Senhor Antonio stood close behind the Irishman, with his arms folded and a sarcastic smile on his countenance. "Don't send it down him's throat," yelled Sambo. "Hi-i; dat's de vay to swing urn round. Stir um up, boys! poke um up, villains, hi!"
"Now, Toc, how much does two and three make?" "Six," replied Thursday, without a moment's hesitation. "Oh, you booby!" said Sally. "P'ease, mum, he ain't booby, him's dux," said Dan. "But he's a booby for all that, sir. You hold you tongue, Dan'l, an' tell me what three and two makes." "P'ease, mum, I can't," answered Dan, folding his hands meekly; "but p'r'aps Charlie can; he's clebber you know.
His glance was almost tender. "How'd you come to marry Pa, anyway? You and him's so different." The nymph in Ma leaped to the surface and stayed there a moment, sparkling, laughing, dimpling. "Oh, I dunno. I kept running away and he kept running after. Like that." He looked up again quickly at that. "Yeh. That's it. Fella don't like to have no girl chasing him all the time.
"I'll tell Charley about it to-night," she said finally. "We just got to find a way." "What c'n he do?" retorted her father. "Far's him's gitting a team's concerned, we-all might's well look fer someone t' come right outen th' sky." Her determination to ask advice of the pariah was a natural one.
Though the night was very dark there was sufficient light to enable Considine to see the glittering of white teeth close to his face, as a voice whispered in broken English "You's better tink twice when you try for to chases Tottie next time! Go; Van Dyk, him's old hand in de bush, will guide you safe."
I wished I could ha' seen him to 've asked him if he didn't b'leeve in luck now! Me 'n' him was talkin' about luck that very mornin' while she was a-steppin' down the landin' towards him's fast 's ever she could go! My eyes! how that woman did come a runnin', an' a-callin', 'Guide! guide! I sha'n't never forgit it.
Wery near declare war with England acause of that," said Ali, with an air of importance. "But the Breetish consul he interfere, goes down on hims knees, an' beg the Dey for to parding hims nation." "He must ha' bin a cowardly feller, that consul!" "No," said the interpreter sternly, "him's not coward.
Jaune's palette and brushes fell to the floor with a crash. "Is it posseeble that you do tell me of the Comte Siccatif de Courtray? Are you then sure that you do not make one grand meestake? Is it 'im truly that you 'ave seen?" "Him, sir? Why, in course it's him. Haven't I knowed him ever since he wasn't higher'n a hoss's fetlock? Don't I tell you as me and him's fust cousins? Him?
He held out his claw-like hand so dirty that Pollie almost shrank from touching it as she gave him the violets. He took them without a word of thanks, but as she was moving away he called out "I say, did yer make these?" "No, Jimmy," she replied, as she came back to him; "God made them." "God!" he repeated, "Who's He; Him's mighty clever to fix up these little bits of things, bain't He?"
"Nix on the captain stuff fer me, then," said Billy, firmly. "That guy's a right one. If any big stiff thinks he can croak little ol' Bridge while Billy Byrne's aroun' he's got anudder t'ink comin'. Why, me an' him's just like brudders." "You like this gringo?" asked Pesita. "You bet," cried Billy. Pesita thought for several minutes.
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