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Beaver, dragged him bumping down the stair, and dropped him beneath one of the lights. He gripped the little man's collar, glanced menacingly into the distorted face, and remarked: "Paying off some of them infernal debts you spoke of?" "L-Let m-m-me g-go! L-Looking's f-f-free, ain't it?" His thin voice rose with each word till it reached a hissing shriek. "Yes, the show seems to be free.
"Not me!" shouted Steve, like a flash. "And I'm willing to stick it out!" added Owen, firmly. "M-m-me t-t-too!" put in Toby, who was munching some cold biscuits they had fetched along, and of which he was especially fond. All of them looked at Bandy-legs, and he could not deny the appeal he saw in the faces of his chums.
You make me sick you m-m-make m-m-me " The big bell rang out its single deep brazen note for the formation of lines, and the habit of unquestioning, instant obedience to its voice sent the children all scurrying to their places, from which they marched forward to their respective classrooms in their usual convict silence.
"You certain earned it, if anybody ever did work for what they got!" avowed Bobolink, positively. "Oh! w-w-why wasn't it m-m-me?" wailed Bluff, in pretended grief. "Say, do you think you could have nailed that runaway horse, with such an impediment twisting you up?" demanded Bobolink, grinning.
Celia Jane did not feel entirely forgiven because Jerry seemed to avoid her and she abased herself before him. "I I'm s-s-sorry, Jerry. I'll n-n-never do it again. You ain't mad at m-m-me any m-m-more, are you, Jerry?" "No, I ain't mad at you," Jerry assured her. "Then will you m-m-marry me when we are g-g-grown up, Jerry?"
"And m-m-me for a d-d-d-d-d-drum!" echoed Bluff, excitedly; when he was immediately pounced upon as usual, and pounded several times on the back. "Yes, do get Bluff something he can beat. I've heard him drum, and he's just a corker at it. It keeps him from talking, you know," laughed Tom Betts. "Hello!" exclaimed Nuthin' suddenly; "look who's here, fellows!"
From his manner it looked as though Shack would only too gladly have sprinted for the land, only that he hated to hear the jeering remarks which his cronies were sure to send at him for showing the white feather; so he compromised by walking ever so fast. "Hadn't we better be going, Max?" asked Steve. "That's the stuff!" muttered Bandy-legs. "M-m-me too!" added Toby.
I'll hate to see her putting on airs as a Vestal, but I'd hate worse to be a Vestal myself, and worst of all to lose Almo. I just couldn't give up Almo." "I wish I were you," Flexinna raged. "If I were only under ten and d-d-didn't s-s-stutter, I'd d-d-do all I c-c-could to g-g-get D-D-Daddy to offer m-m-me." "Bosh!" Brinnaria sneered.
Well, then, three h-h-hundred times thir-thirty-two lost m-m-me five hundred in h-h-hay; add twice as much for the side rows, fifteen hundred; the middle rows as much more. So we may c-c-call it a th-thousand b-b-bales of h-h-hay " "Very good," said Cruchot, to help out his friend; "a thousand bales are worth about six hundred francs."
She set her teeth and strove to find a hold for her slipping toes. She could not. "C-c-can't you p-p-pull m-m-me out?" chattered Wiggins. "No, not yet," she said hoarsely. "But it's all right. The Terror will be here in a minute." She raised her head as high as she could and screamed again. She listened with all her ears for an answer.
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