I can not take this man away until next year on Christmas Eve, in that time who knows what dreadful things may happen?
— from Santa Claus' Daughter: A Musical Christmas Burlesque in Two Acts by F. W. Hardcastle
Speak out and tell us, now, you old croaker."
— from The Boy Scouts on Sturgeon Island; or, Marooned Among the Game-fish Poachers by Carter, Herbert, active 1909-1917
It works like—" "What are you going to do; what can you do?" "Shoot Tausig or myself, or both of us." "Nonsense!" "Yes, of course, it's nonsense, or rather it's only what I'd like to do....
— from In the Bishop's Carriage by Miriam Michelson
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