For end thereof, not despondency but madness : for when Cossey understood that Hobday had called his wife a tantamount, he waited for him outside, and gave him what he called a pair of clippers over the ear.

Dat's right! piped up the newsboy who had brought the policeman. I see him do de trick jest a minit ago! This is a plot against me! fumed the swindler. Dat feller is a bad egg! went on the newsboy. His name is Bill Butts. He's a slick one, he is. Hits de country jays strong, he does!

We glory in such ultraism—the ultraism which says that “all men are created equal—[…]the ultraism which treats man as an intelligent and immortal being, and not as an article of merchandize and traffic—[…]

She had been mistress of the farm so long that it would be hard for her to play second fiddle, but give her time and she'd be as good as new butter and as nice as ninepence, he said.