Vulgar words in Our Mr. Wrenn, the Romantic Adventures of a Gentle Man (Page 1)
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Pleasantly fagged in those slight neat legs, after his walk, Mr. Wrenn sat in the wicker rocker by the window, patting his scrubby tan mustache and reviewing the day's wandering.
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As he undressed he hoped that he had not been too abrupt with the waiter, "poor cuss."
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Not working for some lazy cuss that's inherited the right to boss you.
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Oh damn it, am I getting sentimental?
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Dark close place 'tween-decks, with the steers bellowin' and all parked tight together, and the stiffs gettin' seasick--so seasick we just kind of staggered around; and we'd get hold of a head rope and yank and then let go, and the bosses, d yell, 'Pull, or I'll brain you.'
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"I look like a damn rabbit," he scorned, and marched half-way to Istra's room.
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Can you want anything more than that to damn them?
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He noticed, as he went, that the men crossing the green were mostly clad in Norfolk jackets and knickers, so he purchased the first pair of unrespectable un-ankle-concealing trousers he had owned since small boyhood, and a jacket of rough serge, with a gaudy buckle on the belt.
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He was shy of the knickers and golf-stockings, but it was the orange tie that gave him real alarm.
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You poor white trash--you--" "_Ma!_ You shut up and go down-stairs-s-s-s-s!"
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"If you don't make love to the landlady's daughter You won't get a second piece of pie!" quoted Nelly, out of the treasure-house of literature.
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Course he doesn't really cuss, but he's awful sore; and she tells him didn't he marry her mother when he was a poor young man; but he won't listen.
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She burst out: "O Mouse dear, I'm so bored by everybody--every sort of everybody.... Of course I don't mean you; you're a good pal.... Oh--Paris is _too_ complex--especially when you can't quite get the nasal vowels--and New York is too youthful and earnest; and Dos Puentes, California, will be plain hell.... And all my little parties--I start out on them happily, always, as naive as a kiddy going to a birthday party, and then I get there and find I can't even dance square dances, as the kiddy does, and go home--Oh damn it, damn it, damn it!