The Luck of Roaring Camp1903 |
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... give my beeds to Mary Jen- nings , and my Amerika's Pride [ a highly colored lithograph from a tobacco - box ] to Sally Flanders . But don't you give anything to Clytie Morpher . Don't you dare to . Do you know what my opin- ion is of ...
... give my beeds to Mary Jen- nings , and my Amerika's Pride [ a highly colored lithograph from a tobacco - box ] to Sally Flanders . But don't you give anything to Clytie Morpher . Don't you dare to . Do you know what my opin- ion is of ...
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... give you some , you'll promise you won't touch me ? " The master promised . " Hope you'll die if you do ? " The master accepted instant dissolution as a forfeit . Mliss slid down the tree . For . a few moments nothing transpired but the ...
... give you some , you'll promise you won't touch me ? " The master promised . " Hope you'll die if you do ? " The master accepted instant dissolution as a forfeit . Mliss slid down the tree . For . a few moments nothing transpired but the ...
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... give vent to her hurried breath . Her widely opened lids threw up and arched her black eyebrows . She did not laugh at the dismal comicalities of the funny man , for Mliss sel- dom laughed . Nor was she discreetly af- fected to the ...
... give vent to her hurried breath . Her widely opened lids threw up and arched her black eyebrows . She did not laugh at the dismal comicalities of the funny man , for Mliss sel- dom laughed . Nor was she discreetly af- fected to the ...
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... give him black eyes and throw him in the mud . Do you ? I am sure he might owe me two dollars and a half a long time before I would throw it up in his face , as the fellow did the other night at Wingdam . " Mliss had taken his hand in ...
... give him black eyes and throw him in the mud . Do you ? I am sure he might owe me two dollars and a half a long time before I would throw it up in his face , as the fellow did the other night at Wingdam . " Mliss had taken his hand in ...
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... give her an equivalent for these ? " The man with the glazed hat examined the point of his cue , and then looked around for somebody to enjoy the joke with him . " I know that she is a strange , wilful girl , " continued the master ...
... give her an equivalent for these ? " The man with the glazed hat examined the point of his cue , and then looked around for somebody to enjoy the joke with him . " I know that she is a strange , wilful girl , " continued the master ...
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الصفحة 92 - during that evening. Haply the time was beguiled by an accordion, produced somewhat ostentatiously by Tom Simson from his pack. Notwithstanding some difficulties attending the manipulation of this instrument, Piney Woods managed to pluck several reluctant melodies from its keys, to an accompaniment by the Innocent on a pair of bone
الصفحة 29 - It needed but a glance to show them Kentuck lying there cruelly crushed and bruised, but still holding The Luck of Roaring Camp in his arms. As they bent over the strangely assorted pair they saw that the child was cold and pulseless. " He is dead,
الصفحة 103 - whereat we all laughed. While we were laughing, the driver cried " Shoo ! " We listened. To our infinite amazement the chorus of " Miggles " was repeated from the other side of the wall, even to the final and supplemental " Maygells." " Extraordinary echo," said the Judge. " Extraordinary d—d skunk!" roared the driver, contemptuously. " Come out of that, Higgles, and show yourself! Be a man,
الصفحة 38 - good-night." The moon shone brightly on the narrow path before them. He stood and watched the bent little figure as it staggered down the road, and waited until it had passed the little graveyard and reached the curve of the hill, where it turned and stood for a moment, a mere atom of suffering,
الصفحة 89 - tethered; they were no longer there. The tracks were already rapidly disappearing in the snow. The momentary excitement brought Mr. Oakhurst back to the fire with his usual calm. He did not waken the sleepers. The Innocent slumbered peacefully, with a smile on
الصفحة 73 - with you about adopting your profession. Is that so?" The man with the glazed hat leaned over the table, and made an imaginary shot, that sent the ball spinning round the cushions. Then walking round the table he recovered the ball and placed it upon the spot. This duty discharged, getting ready for another shot, he said,
الصفحة 71 - And off trotted the shortlegged Aristides. The Arcade was just across the way, — a long, rambling building containing a barroom, billiard-room, and restaurant. As the young man crossed the plaza he noticed that two or three of the passers-by turned and looked after him. He looked at his clothes, took
الصفحة 120 - the sweet old story, bathed the feet of him she loved. It even lent a kindly poetry to the rugged outline of Yuba Bill, half reclining on his elbow between them and his passengers, with savagely patient eyes
الصفحة 209 - and delicate-faced women in the one long street of Five Forks, and a scampering of mules, and an occasional procession of dusty brown-linen cavalry. A year after " Hawkins' Idiot Asylum" was completed, one day there drifted into the valley a riotous cavalcade of "schoolmarms," teachers of the San Francisco public schools, out for a holiday. Not
الصفحة 73 - when he began to speak something kept rising in his throat and retarded his utterance, and his own voice frightened him, it sounded so distant, low, and resonant. " I understand," he began, " that Melissa Smith, an orphan, and one of my scholars,