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It was very funny and also very unfair in more ways than one, because I did not start my crusade with any idea of becoming important, and I have no feature which is superlatively large. This skit of Dennison's really settled me for a time, but I did stir up one or two men whom I had never expected to do anything.
I'm fearfully sorry. I came for a book. Is it" still further hesitation "Aunt Jane?" "Why? Have you seen her?" Nevil asked sharply. "Yes. Was it a meteoric visitation? As I came up the path, she was getting into her car. And she cut me dead!" He seemed more amused than impressed. Then the truth dawned on him. "Dad have you been telling her? Is she 'as frantic as a skit'?"
When he feared that England might be dragged into war with France on behalf of Spain, he composed a skit purporting to be a Protest entered on the Journals of the Lords by the Bishop of Worcester, and signed it "Sydney Vigorn." The Bishop of Worcester died on the 5th of September 1831, and Lord Grey gave the vacant mitre to a Tory.
An', if the luck holds, we'll be out of it. I don't want them searchin' the ship ag'in." He slapped Tamada on the back as he came to serve supper after Sandy had laid the table. "A reg'lar vodeville skit," he exclaimed. "You're some actor, Tamada! But why didn't you say the island was down on their charts? They've even got a name for it. Hiyama." "It means hot mountain," said Tamada.
I thought he'd a' took a conniption fit an' when he did manage to sober up a bit, he stared down at me that hard, that if I'd been a skit o' a thing like one o' you girls, I'd a' blushed, sure. But I jist stared back at him, good and hard, I tell you, till he had to look away.
Sergt. Pryor with a party of five men set out again in quest of the Elk which Drewyer had killed. There are sveral species of fir in this neighbourhood which I shall discribe as well as my slender botanicall skit will enable me and for the convenience of comparison with each other shal number them. Pryor with a party of 5 men Set out again in quest of the Elk which Drewyer had Killed.
"Who would not be The Laureate bold, With his butt of sherry To keep him merry, And nothing to do but pocket his gold?" But The Lay of the Lovelorn is a clumsy and rather vulgar skit on Locksley Hall a poem on which two such writers as Sir Theodore Martin and Professor Aytoun would have done well not to lay their sacrilegious hands.
It was late in the evening of the same day, and the lady and Julia were in the room shared by Miss Connie Girard and Miss Rose Ransome. Both the young actresses had previously appeared in a skit at a local vaudeville house, but had come home to prepare for a supper to be given by friends in their own profession, after the theatres had closed.
A hasty meal was provided by Nanon, and a basket so stored as to obviate the need of entering a village, on that day at least, to purchase provisions; Eustacie's money and jewels again formed the nucleus of the bundle of clothes and spare swaddling-banks of her babe; her peasant dress was carefully arranged a stout striped cloth skit and black bodice, the latter covered by a scarlet Chollet kerchief.
The author of the skit had fancied that a great deal could be made of such a part, given to the right actress, but now, since it had been doled out to Carrie, he would as leave have had it cut out. "Don't kick, old man," remarked the manager. "If it don't go the first week we will cut it out." Carrie had no warning of this halcyon intention.
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