Vulgar words in Mike Fletcher - A Novel (Page 1)
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And for an hour and a half the scratching of the pens was only interrupted by the striking of a match and an occasional damn.
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"Cads, cads, damn them!"
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Should he make love to her?
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The conversation fell, and he regretted he must forego this very excellent opportunity to make love to her.
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"Damn your trilogy--who cares!
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I want you to understand that I cannot--that I do not hold with your practice of making love to every woman you meet.
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"But you made love to her."
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She was in a communicative humour, and told him the story of the waiter, whom she described as being "a fellow like Mike, who made love to every woman."
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"Say little hussy."
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"Good-night, little hussy."
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"How am I to find out, damn it?"
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"So he's gone and married her--that slut of a barmaid!
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"You toss too well for me; last night you did win seven times running--damn!"
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"Damn me!
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Damn it!
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"You ass, get out; I can't quarrel with you on such a subject."
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"I'll play you for a hundred pounds--the best out of seven games; damn the cards!
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"Damn you!
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Damn!"
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I don't care a damn what they think.
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Yes, you laboured in vain, my noble lords--you, old gentleman yonder, you with the telescope--an admiral, no doubt--you sailed the seas in vain; and you over there, you mediæval-looking cuss, you carried your armour through the battles of Cressy and Poictiers in vain; and you, noble lady in the high bodice, you whose fingers play with the flaxen curls of that boy--he was the heir of this place two hundred years ago--I say, you bore him in vain, your labour was in vain; and you, old fogey that you are, you in the red coat, you holding the letter in your gouty fingers, a commercial-looking letter, you laboured in trade to rehabilitate the falling fortunes of the family, and I say you too laboured in vain.
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(My hunter, damn the fellow," he said, under his breath.)