The most considerable of the remaining objections is that the plan of the convention contains no bill of rights.
The truth is, after all the declamations we have heard, that the Constitution is itself, in every rational sense, and to every useful purpose, A BILL OF RIGHTS.
But when he emerged in Bill Totts' clothes he was another creature.
So thoroughly was Bill Totts himself, so thoroughly a workman, a genuine denizen of South of the Slot, that he was as class- conscious as the average of his kind, and his hatred for a scab even exceeded that of the average loyal union man.
Bill's knowledge of the great republic across the sea was at this period of his life a little sketchy.
'What's the trouble, Bill?' he inquired, when he had deposited his lordship in a corner of the reading-room, which he had selected because silence was compulsory there, thus rendering it possible for two men to hear each other speak.
"Well," said he, "my mate Bill
would be called the captain, as like as not.
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself `This is Bill
,' she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.
can tell me who the different men are and if I know he's waiting for me outside in the buggy, it will keep me from being scared." And her young cousin, only too pleased with the proposed arrangement, chimed in with: "That's the stuff, Rose.
's fare was seldom extravagant, and you rose from his table almost as hungry as you sat down, but for some days they had good reason to regret it.
And now it's up to Bill
to say something after your dandy spiel."
Sympathy with the miserable victim and anticipations of similar deceptions for themselves, their sisters, and their daughters, made them now regard the Colour Bill
in an entirely new aspect.
stopped for a moment, in order that his words might gain greater significance.
"When they got to us, and Buffalo Bill
saw the child lying there so white, he said, 'My God!' and the sound of his voice brought her to herself, and she gave a little cry of pleasure and struggled to get up, but couldn't, and the soldiers gathered her up like the tenderest women, and their eyes were wet and they were not ashamed, when they saw her arm dangling; and so were Buffalo Bill
's, and when they laid her in his arms he said, 'My darling, how does this come?' and she said, 'We came to save you, but I was tired, and couldn't keep awake, and fell off and hurt myself, and couldn't get on again.' 'You came to save me, you dear little rat?
'About the crib at Chertsey, Bill
?' said the Jew, drawing his chair forward, and speaking in a very low voice.