The boat backed itself churningly out from the slip.
Allan Ravenswood, that was then master, wi' a bended pistol in his hand, - it was a mercy it gaed na aff, -- crying to me, that had scarce as much wind left as serve the necessary purpose of my ain lungs, 'Sound, you poltron! sound, you damned cowardly villain or I will blow your brains out !” and, to be sure, blew sic points of war, that the scraugh of a clockin-hen was music to them.
The brief order issued late yesterday clears the way for candidates and their committees, as soon as Tuesday's city elections in Baltimore, to pay so-called walk-around money to people hired for the day to distribute campaign literature.
My eyes are somewhat dimish grown.
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