The Gold Brick

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Hurst, 1910 - American fiction - 342 pages
 

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Page 267 - PADDY dear, and did you hear the news that's going round? The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground ; St. Patrick's day no more we'll keep, his colours can't be seen, For there's a bloody law agin the wearing of the green. I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand, And he said, ' How's poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?
Page 170 - If the office of Auditor of Public Accounts, Treasurer, Secretary of State, Attorney General or Superintendent of Public Instruction shall be vacated by death, resignation or otherwise, it shall be the duty of the Governor to fill the same by appointment, and the appointee shall hold his office until his successor shall be elected and qualified in such manner as may be provided by law.
Page 20 - Dearest," she said presently, in another tone, "tell me, how is he? Do you — ever see him? Will he win?" "No, I never see him. But he'll win ; I wouldn't worry." "He used to come here," she went on, "to rest a moment, to escape from all this hateful confusion and strife. He is killing himself! And they aren't worth it — those ignorant people — they aren't worth such sacrifices." He got up from the table and turned away, and then, realizing quickly, she flew to his side and put her arms about...
Page 34 - I can never say again," she said softly, " that those people are not worth sacrifice. They are worth all; they are everything; they are the hope of the world; and their longings and their needs, and the possibility of bringing them to pass, are all that give significance to life.
Page 268 - The night before Larry was stretched, The boys they all paid him a visit ; A bait in their sacks, too, they fetched ; They sweated their duds till they riz it : For Larry was ever the lad, When a boy was condemned to the squeezer, Would fence all the duds that he had To help a poor friend to a sneezer, And warm his gob 'fore he died. The boys they came crowding in fast, They drew all their stools round about him, Six glims round his trap-case were placed, He couldn't be...
Page 268 - THE night before Larry was stretched, The boys they all paid him a visit; A bit in their sacks too they fetched, They sweated their duds till they riz it; For Larry was always the lad, When a friend was condemned to the squeezer, But he'd fence all the togs that he had Just to help the poor boy to a sneezer, And moisten his gob 'fore he died. " Ton my conscience, dear Larry...
Page 11 - Oh, you don't want to see it ; it's no good." "Is it of — him?" she had asked. And when he nodded she had gone away without another word. Now, as he hurried through the crowded streets, he was conscious that it was no good, indeed ; and he was divided between the artist's regret and the friend's joy in the fact. But it made him tremble. Was his hand to forget its cunning? And...
Page 24 - I said that in you we'd got a gold brick." "You ?" said Kittrell. "What have you to do with it? I don't work for you." "You don't ? Well, I guess it's us that puts up — " "Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" said Glenn, waving a white, pacificatory hand. "Yes, let me deal with this, if you please," said Benson, looking hard at Burns. The street-car man sneered again, then, in ostentatious contempt, looked out the window. And in the stillness Benson continued : "Mr. Kittrell, think a minute. Is your decision...
Page 14 - ... other hats in the throng that filled the sidewalk ; and Kittrell sighed in deep depression. When he turned in his cartoon, Benson scanned it a moment, cocked his head this side and that, puffed his briar pipe, and finally said: " I'm afraid this is hardly up to you. This figure of Clayton, here — it hasn't got the stuff in it. You want to show him as he is. We want the people to know what a fourflushing, hypocritical, demagogical blatherskite he is — with all his rot about the people and...
Page 268 - Our hearts, so stout, have got us fame, For soon 'tis known from whence we came ; Where'er we go they dread the name Of Garryowen in glory. Instead, &c. Johnny Connell's tall and straight, And in his limbs he is complete ; He'll pitch a bar of any weight From Garryowen to Thomond Gate.

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