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But Oliver gave a quick sign, pulling nervously at his moustache. "Frank," he began, "a a friend is coming home to us this morning." "A-a-ah!" It was near a groan. "Wait wait," firmly. "Give yourself a moment to guess. But guess something good." Jamieson moved like a man in pain. "You mean, you mean " he whispered. "Oh, Captain, I've waited and waited." "Bravely we all know that.
"There's Ripley, but where's Prescott?" shouted several. "A-a-ah!" That last cry went up as a sound of relief, when Prescott's brown-haired pate, hatless, bobbed up close to where he had gone down. "Good boy, Prescott!" "Go in and get Ripley." "Save yourself, anyway! Don't be over-foolish!" A dozen more cries went up from cove and shore. Yet it is doubtful if Prescott heard any of them.
Seed of Pharaoh! Sing! A-a-ah!" "In the winter time . . . o-o-ho! . . . the sledge was flying . . ." The gypsies sang, whistled, danced. In the frenzy which sometimes takes possession of spoilt and very wealthy men, "broad natures," Frolov began to play the fool.
And bending down to Liza, Bugrov whispered, loudly enough, however, to be heard several yards away: "I will come to you at night, Lizanka. . . . Don't worry. . . . I am staying at Feodosia close by. . . . I will live here near you till I have run through everything . . . and I soon shall be at my last farthing! A-a-ah, what a life it is!
The thunder roared applause at the fireworks the lightning made. And best of all, like the very spirit of the wild event, there rang the strange, sweet moaning Storm Song of the Loon: "A-a-ah l-u-u-u-u-u-u´ la. A-a-ah l-u-u-u-u-u-u´ la. A-a-ah l-u-u-u-u-u-u´ la. A-a-ah l-u-u-u-u-u-u´ la." The minister of Immer Lake liked that song, and he liked the other music that they made.
To cover her evident confusion he held up his white hand in the scorching sunrays and commented jovially: "Talk about Eastern heat this is a hundred and five Fahrenheit at the very least! A-a-ah!" He drew in a deep breath of the dry pure air. "This is something like! When you get your land under ditch, you'll have a paradise." "Oh, but you do not understand," she replied.
A little woman beside her was the first to jump into her buggy, and drive off with a strong inhalation of breath, and that nipping together of the lips that says: "A-a-ah! I tell ye!" The little girl that we picked out was hopping around like a scared cockroach, and her pa seemed to be saying: "Now, keep cool! Keep cool!
At other times they would have been the first to scoff at Gilmour's swagger. Now their animus against Gourlay prompted them to back it up. "Oh, I'm not so sure of tha-at, baker," cried the Provost, in the false, loud voice of a man defending a position which he knows to be unsound; "I'm no so sure of that at a-all. A-a-ah, mind ye," he drawled persuasively, "he's a hardy fallow, that Gilmour.
"Ah'll get tire' fraum dat teachin' read, read, read, h'all taim'. Ah'll not lak' dat so moch. Rader be out-door run aroun' paddle de CANOE go wid de boys in de woods mek' dem dance at ma MUSIQUE. A-a-ah! Dat was fon! P'raps you t'ink dat not good, hem? You t'ink Jacques one beeg fool, Ah suppose?"
"A-a-ah! Won't you be seated!" "Yes. I came to have a talk with you." Carroll seated himself opposite his caller. Then he nodded. "You came to see me?" "About the Warren case." "You know something about it?" "Yes!" The young man seemed to bite the word. "I do." "What?" "You're in charge of the case, aren't you?" "Yes." "You've seen this morning's papers?" "I have."
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