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I don't approve," he says, fierce, "of folks keeping great, fat, ugly, bad-tempered yellow dogs that are a nuisance to all.
says the bird, shrugging his shoulders and puffing himself up.
I see," says the palmist, "a great deal of sorrow and tribulation with one whom ye cannot forget.
His name," says the palmist, thoughtful looking, "is not spelled out by the lines, but they indicate 'tis a long one, and the letter 'o' should be in it.
And I dare say that he did know, and that you know what he said: please, therefore, to remind me of what he said; or, if you would rather, tell me your own view; for I suspect that you and he think much alike.
SOCRATES: Then as he is not here, never mind him, and do you tell me: By the gods, Meno, be generous, and tell me what you say that virtue is; for I shall be truly delighted to find that I have been mistaken, and that you and Gorgias do really have this knowledge; although I have been just saying that I have never found anybody who had.
But I says, I GOT to do it -- I can't get OUT of it.
I wish you would," says I, "because it's pap that's there, and maybe you'd help me tow the raft ashore where the light is.
Tom Sawyer," I says, "I'll say it again as I've said it a many a time before: I ain't fitten to black your boots.
Simonides, then, after the manner of poets, would seem to have spoken darkly of the nature of justice; for he really meant to say that justice is the giving to each man what is proper to him, and this he termed a debt.
Ho--nour," says she, "I--if you will not mention this any more to me--nor to anybody else, I will not betray you--I mean, I will not be angry; but I am afraid of your tongue.
Yes,' says I, and cried heartily till I roared out again.
Snagsby, in a spectral bass voice and without removing her eyes from Chadband, says with dreadful distinctness, "Go away
Her dim thoughts were often searching for far away lands where, as God says, the little hills sing together in the morning.
My dear Twemlow,' says Veneering, grasping both his bands, as the dearest and oldest of my friends--'