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Whooping with delight, the

— Autor edybro @ 21:16
Whooping with delight, the mob turned toward the gate. This was becoming dangerous. That there was no real intent to drown the unfortunate umbrellamender i was well satisfied. But mob intent is subject to mob impulse. If they once got him into the water, the temptation of the playful to push his head under just once more might be too strong. Plainly the time was ripe for intervention. Owing to some enthusiastically concerted but illdirected engineering, the scantling with its human burden had jammed crosswise of the posts. Now, if ever, was the opportunity for eloquence of dissuasion.

Les

— Autor edybro @ 21:15
Les tarandfeather him. White feathers. Wherell we gettum. Satkinss kosher shop on the avnoo. Wheres yer tar. This was a poser satkins was saved from a raid. A more practical expedient now evolved from the collective brain. Duckm in the fountain. Drown him in the fountain. Amended an enthusiast.

little cat. Soon i

— Autor edybro @ 21:14
little cat. Soon i come also. Do not fear. From his forehead ran a little stream of blood. But there was that in his face which told me that if he was fearful it was only for her. His voice, steady and piercing, overrode the clamor of the crowd. I began to entertain doubts as to his essential cowardice. Annie oombrella, dumb with misery and terror, only dashed herself the more hopelessly against the barrier of bodies. Even the delight of railriding a victim becomes monotonous in time. The manyheaded sought further measures of correction and reprobation.

back on my bench,

— Autor edybro @ 21:13
back on my bench, when a pitiful sight ruined my neutrality. Along the outer edge of the compact mob trotted little annie oombrella. From time to time she dashed herself blindly against that human wall, which repulsed her not too roughly and with indulgent laughter. Their concern was not with her. It was with the coward their prisoner, delivered by fate to the stern decrees of mob justice. I could hear his voice now, calling out to her in their own language across the supervening heads do not have fear, my little one. They do me no harm. Go you home,

arose the rumor, i

— Autor edybro @ 21:12
arose the rumor, i cannot say, but it was noised about just at that time of wrath and tension that plooie was born in lige. Lige, that city of fire and slaughter and heroism, upon which the eyes and hopes of the world were turned in wonder and admiration. Somebody had seen the entry on the marriage register. The bonnie lassie told me of it, pausing at my bench with a little furrow between her bright eyes. Dominie, you know emile garin pretty well. Not at all, i replied, failing to identify the rickety plooie by his rightful name.

firm

— Autor edybro @ 21:11
condescending and contemptuous interest. The object of plooies addresses was a little swiss of unknown derivation and obscure history. She appeared to be as detached from the surrounding world as the umbrellamender himself. An insignificant bit of a thing she was, anaemic and subdued, with a sad little face, soft hazel eyes slightly crossed, and the deprecating manner of those who scrub other peoples doorsteps at fifteen cents an hour. For a year their courtship, if such it might be termed, ran an uneventful course. I had almost said unromantic. But who shall tell

Great is the power

— Autor edybro @ 21:09
Great is the power of publicity. The wrightery was swamped with custom on the monday evening following publication, and for the rest of that week and the succeeding week. I never was good at figures, said the transported barbran to phil stacey at the close of the month, but as near as i can make out, ive a clear profit of eight dollars and seventy cents. My fortune is made. And its all due to you. Had the bonnie lassie been able to hold her painted retainers in line, the owners golden prophecy might have been made good. But they had

now i get me

— Autor edybro @ 21:08
now i get me eye on the ridhidded wan with a friendly wink at the little red doctor i reckonize him as a desprit charackter thatd save your life as soon as look at ye. What way are they dangrous. When apprehended, replied terry, looking covertly about to see that the reporters were within hearing distance, their noses were painted green. Is this true. Asked the magistrate of the six. It is, your honor, they replied. An, why not. Demanded the human judge hotly. Tis a glorious color.
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