The words came to him, rolled up into a mere blob of hoarse sound.
Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage.
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There were the two heavy horses for 'shafters'; a stunted colt, that I'd bought out of the pound for thirty shillings; a light, spring-cart horse; an old grey mare, with points like a big red-and-white Australian store bullock, and with the grit of an old washerwoman to work; and a horse that had spanked along in Cob & Co.'s mail-coach in his time.
Then comedy was faultless, but 'twas coarse: Cobb's tankard was a jest, and Otter's horse.
It's Dob, by jingo!"
To any contemporary connoisseur of hectic literature such a feast of Love, Passion, Histories, Amours, and Intrigues as this, offered in the shop of N. Dobb in the Strand for the small price of one shilling, must have been irresistible.
and quicker'n you could wink he'd spring straight up and snake a fly off'n the counter there, and flop down on the floor ag'in as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do.
Gleichenstein, I. Gleichenstein, Mathilde, Baroness Glinka, Michail Ivanovitch Gluck, Christoph Willibald, Ritter von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang Gounod, Charles Grabowski, Joseph Gregorius Grieg, Edvard Griesinger, G.A. Gretry, Andre E.M. Gretry, Lucille Grimm, Baron Grob, Theresa Grove, Sir George Guabaelaraoen, Madalena Guadagnini, J.B. Guarnieri, Andreas, Pietro, and Giuseppe Gublitz Guicciardi, Giulietta Halevy, Genevieve Hamilton, Lady Emma Haendel, Georg Friedrich Hanmann, Fraeulein von Haslinger, Tobias Hasse, J.A. and Faustina Hawkins, Sir John Haydn, Joseph Heim, Emilie Heine, Heinrich Helen of Troy Heloise, Abbess Henderson, W.J. Hensel, Fanny Herbert, Lady Henrietta Herold, L.J.F. Herschel, Fr.
Let no deluding dreames, nor dreadful sights, Make sudden sad affrights: No let house-fyres, nor lightnings helpless harmes, 340 Ne let the Pouke, nor other evill sprights, Ne let mischievous witches with theyr charmes, Ne let hob-goblins, names whose sence we see not, Fray us with things that be not: Let not the shriech-owle, nor the storke, be heard, 345 Nor the night-raven, that still deadly yels, Nor damned ghosts, cald up with mighty spels, Nor griesly vultures, make us once affeard: Ne let th'unpleasant quyre of frogs still croking Make us to wish theyr choking.
I remember in particular one lot of cloth covers for the firm of Pigoreau that kept me on the job for thirty-six hours running.
The knob of the small door turned silently.
In the previous game he had scored ninety-eight, and there was a lob bowler in the Claythorpe ranks whom he was particularly anxious to meet again.
Footnote 3: Frederick Douglass pointed out this difficulty prior to the Civil War.--See John Lobb's Life and Times of Frederick Douglass, p. 250.
Drovers know that they must not sneak quietly about restless cattle—it is better to sing to them and let them know that someone is stirring and watching; and many a mob of wild, pike-horned Queensland cattle, half inclined to stampede, has listened contentedly to the “Wild Colonial Boy” droned out in true bush fashion till the daylight began to break and the mob was safe for another day.
2, 3; Nobbe, 236, fr.
Punjab means "five rivers," and is formed of the Hindu words "punj ab."
Goethe's later novels with their didactic tendencies, and the inclination to interpolate "Novellen" and diaries, lead up to Gottfried Keller, Wilhelm Raabe and again to Fontane.
She won't ever say, 'Don't let me rob you!'
You wound her honour and you robb yourselfe, And me and all good Christians, by this outrage.
and in the riuers euery night, when you make fast your boat to the banckeside, you must keepe good watch against the Arabians which are theeues in number like to ants, yet when they come to robbe, they will not kill, but steale and run away.
son of Frederick I was the second emperor of the house of Saab; and his son Frederick II "the third and last."
SCHWAB, CHARLES M. The right job.
who you shovin', you big slob you" yelled Buzz (I regret to say).
The old gods are falling about us, there is little left to raise our hearts and minds to, and amid the wreck and ruin of things only a snobbery is left to us, thank heaven, deeply graven in the English heart; the snob is now the ark that floats triumphant over the democratic wave; the faith of the old world reposes in his breast, and he shall proclaim it when the waters have subsided.
A great sob came from the bushes, then others at intervals.
STAAB, GILES, executor of the Estate of Felix M. Kirsch.
curse your fine words; it's you who forget, you swab.
Then returned again the throb of indignant resolution, as her mind recurred to the attempted ruin of her paradise by a disguised foe; then succeeded shame and dread lest the friends she had left in her childhood's rural home should know how differently from her fond anticipations had turned out the first week of her sojourn in the great city.