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"Cone! and her huspant will be waiting to pe killing her! Och nan ochan!" "Her husband!" echoed the marquis. "Ach! she'll not can pe helping it, my lort no more till one will pe tead; and tat should pe ta woman, for she'll pe a paad woman ta worstest woman efer was married, my lort." "That's saying a good deal," returned the marquis. "Not one wort more as enough, my lort," said Duncan.
They knew this mare; they knew that she was a hopeless outlaw and fit only for the knacker's yard. At last Jacob beckoned him over. "Say, ther' ain't no need fer you to ride her, mister," he said, feeling that it was his duty as a man to warn him. "She's the worstest devil on the range, an' she'll break your neck an' jump on you with her maulin' great hoofs, sure.
I wouldn't say another word to you, if you was to pay me a dollar a piece. Of all the blessed insults rolled into one, this here's the worstest. You might have called me a marine, or you might have called me a Frenchman, but to make out that I'm both a marine and a Frenchman, d me, if it isn't enough to make human nature stand on an end! Now, I've done with you."
Wance, when a man killed hisself, they did use to bury en wheer roads met an' put a blackthorn stake through en; an' it all us grawed arter; an' that's the worstest sort o' all." "Dear, dear, I'm glad you told me, Joan; I will not wear it, nor shall you," he said, and flung it down and stamped on it very seriously. The girl was gratified.
We brought out six bottles o' the worstest rotgut ever faked in a settlement saloon, an' handed it over. After that I guess we wus feelin' better. Sez we, feelin' kind o' mumsy over the whole racket, it ain't right, we sez, to harbor no sperrit-soaked, liver-pickled tag of a decent citizen's life around this layout; an' so we took Joe Nelson to the river and diluted him.
Say, you're responsible fer that pore little gal's life, you're responsible fer her innercent soul, an' you'd hand her over to James, like the worstest cur in creation. Say, I ain't got words to tell you what you are. You're a white-livered bum that even hell won't give room to. You're " "Here, hold on," cried Scipio, turning, with his pale eyes mildly blazing. "You're wrong, all wrong.
"What is it, Rad? What is it?" demanded the young inventor breathlessly. "Trouble, Massa Tom! Dat's what it am! Trouble!" "I know that but what kind?" "De worstest kind, I 'spects, Massa Tom. Listen to it!"
Copperheads were simply men who hated Lincoln. The name came from copperhead-snakes, which are worse than rattlers, for rattlers rattle and give warning. A rattler is an open enemy, but you never know that a copperhead is around until he strikes. He lies low in the swale and watches his chance. "He is the worstest snake that am."
"And the worstest thing of all, Mawruss," Abe concluded, "the doctor says he wouldn't be responsible for my life already if I go out on the road." "What?" Morris exclaimed. In less than two weeks Abe was due to leave on his Western trip, and for the past few days Morris had been in the throes of preparing the sample line. "This is a fine time for you to get sick, Abe," he cried.
It's the best ever it sure is. Say, here's the worstest mule-head ever got foothold on this yer continent sets out to chase gold in a place no one outside a bug-house would ever find time to git busy, an' may I be skinned alive an' my bones grilled fer a cannibal's supper if he don't find sech a fortune in ile as 'ud set all the whole blamed world's ile market hatin' itself. Gee!"
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