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His air irritated still more the testy humor of the old man, plainly provoked by earlier matters. "'That is'!" he sneered. "'I have. 'Perhaps I have! 'Maybe I have let's see what my notes say! What in the devil is the matter with the young men nowadays, anyway? Blood in your veins about as thick as Porty Reek molasses! You say you have asked her to marry you?
Then she would say those French words Jean always used since she had been attending the High School in Cheemaun, "Commay voo, porty voo." That was French for "Good afternoon, Mrs. Jarvis"; and of course Mrs. Jarvis would know French, and be very much impressed.
"He sometimes says she would have a chance if she could get her kid back." "Nonsense." "And if she was took to the country." "Then why does not William take her?" "My! And if she drank porty wine." "Doesn't she?" "No. But father, he tells her 'bout how the gentlemen drinks it." I turned from her with relief, but she came after me.
Thompson had looked as if he meant to speak: he waited for Thompson's words. Mr. Thompson saw that, as his client did not join him in his glass, the eloquence of that Porty reply was lost on his client. His client gazed at him queerly. "But that," Mr.
His bull "Porty" was sent to Inverury, and took the first prize. There was no Aberdeen show at that time. "The Banks of Dee" carried everything before him, and his descendants gained seven firsts and a second in one year in the show-yard; but although Mr Walker had never bred another animal save "Fox Maule," his celebrity as a breeder would have been established.
He speaks of his uncle, the head of that office. "Who IS the head of that offis? Palmerston." "The nephew of Palmerston!" said Jools, almost in a fit. "Lor Yardham pretends not to speak French," the other went on. "He pretends he can only say wee and commong porty voo. Shallow humbug! I have marked him during our conversations.
There wouldn't be room, anyway, with all the literature and illustrations and purpose and purple preciousness; as anachronismatically superfluous as sleigh-bells in hell." Portlaw resumed his egg; Malcourt considered him ironically. "Sporty Porty, are you going to wed the Pretty Lady of Pride's Hall at Pride's Fall some blooming day in June?" "None of your infernal business!" "Quite so.
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