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"We-ell, I dunno. You see, Racey " "I nun-need the money," interrupted Racey. "I'm broke bub-broke bad. Swing's broke, too. That's too bad I mean that's two bub-boke brad whistle twice for the crossing I mean Aw, hell, I know whu-what I mean if-fif you don't. You lul-lend me that mum-money, Lul-Luke, like a good feller." Luke Tweezy shook a regretful head.
"There's no doubt about it. Just rub yourself up against me, old Apple-Tree! It's only fair that I should make you a return for your kindness." "What does a flea look like?" asked the apple-tree. "We-ell," said the dog and rubbed himself. "They're that sort of chaps, you know, that one really never has time to see them." "Has a flea green leaves?" "Not that I know of," said the dog.
Casey's eyes had left the wheels of the trucks and dwelt upon a trailer penned round and filled with uneasy animals. "Yeah. Twelve, not countin' the little fellers. And m'wife an' six young ones all told. Makes quite a drag on the ole boat. Knocks thunder outa tires, too. You say you got my size? We-ell, I guess I got to have 'em, cost er no cost." "Sure you got to have 'em.
Luck demanded with his mouth drawn down viciously at the corners and his eyes warm with affection and gratitude. "What possessed your fool heart to ride into this trap?" "We-ell, dang it, we had t' ride som'ers, didn't we?" Applehead, safe behind a bowlder, pulled off his greasy, gray Stetson and polished his bald head disconcertedly.
"We-ell, I dunno as he's a boom companion exactly, but Nebraska and his bunch spend a pile of money in the Starlight, a pile of money. A feller would be safe in saying that Rack Slimson's sympathy is with Nebraska." "Where you going?" demanded Swing Tunstall. "Over the hills and far away to pick the wild violets," chanted Racey. "You wanna come along? Better not.
"We-ell, it was no end of a pitman's strike about eight years ago. There were twenty-five thousand men involved Militia, of course.
Just his seeing that her hair was strained back from her face doesn't prove anything." "I should say it did not," laughed her father. "That manner of wearing the hair seems to be a common failing with these Swedish women. Besides, didn't I tell you that Johnson says that girl is not named 'Cedarstrom?" "We-ell, it is awfully funny, Daddy.
"The twentieth day of March," Luck replied, with the air of one who has the date branded deep on his consciousness. "Twentieth uh March hm-mm? We-ell, now, I have knowed it to storm, and storm hard, after this time uh year.
The old lady was furious, burst into tears, gave orders that he was to be found whatever happened, declared she had never ordered the dog to be destroyed, and, in fact, gave Gavrila such a rating that he could do nothing all day but shake his head and murmur, "Well!" until Uncle Tail checked him at last, sympathetically echoing "We-ell!"
Waddington's head was reduced to a mere black spot in the far corner. If that was what Pyecraft meant by proportion "I think," he said, "the er the figure is not quite satisfactory." "The ? I see, sir. I did not understand, sir, that you wished the figure." "We-ell " Mr. Waddington didn't like to appear as having wished the figure so ardently as he did indeed wish it. "If I'm to be there at all "
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