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"Dearest, if a minister doesn't behave as a gentleman we are not bound to respect his coat-tails. I know I would just have loved to see Jimmy Perry's coat-tails burning up. It must have been fun." Both laughed; but Faith ended with a bitter little sigh. "Well, anyway, Adam is dead and I am NEVER going to love anything again." "Don't say that, dear. We miss so much out of life if we don't love.
Some of the children were slightly injured during the celebration, but that didn't matter, because as Juliet said, they'd had a good time, anyway, and it would give them something to talk about in years to come." "It would have been better to spend the money on shoes, wouldn't it?" "I don't know, my dear. The finest gift in the world is pleasure.
Penrod exhaled a sigh, as of relief, and, in a manner he had observed his father use sometimes, he said: "Thank goodness, THAT'S off my mind, anyway!" "What we goin' do next, Penrod?" Sam asked deferentially, the borrowed manner having some effect upon him. "I don't know what YOU'RE goin' to do," Penrod returned, picking up the old cigarbox that had contained the paper and pencils.
Anyway, I must run to the house for a little talk with mother, and if you'll just set things going in the factory I shall be much obliged." "All right," agreed Cabot, "I'll shake 'em up."
Would you ever think she'd stand for Bobbie Burns? But I can do it as Scotch as she can, and she likes it. "So she wouldn't let me leave, and I couldn't stay and I had Hugh make up a bed in the spring wagon, and brought her over here. If you and Hope are going to be married right away, the old lady will need to be here, anyway. The doctor tried to talk hospital he just tried.
Look here!" he went on, turning to the cab driver, "just you wait a bit I might want you; wait ten minutes, anyway. Come in, Mr. Copplestone." Copplestone followed the business manager up the passage to a dressing-room, in which a little elderly man was engaged in unpacking trunks and dress-baskets.
Anyuta had come back from the artist's worn out and exhausted. Standing so long as a model had made her face look thin and sunken, and her chin sharper than ever. She said nothing in answer to the student's words, only her lips began to tremble. "You know we should have to part sooner or later, anyway," said the student. "You're a nice, good girl, and not a fool; you'll understand. . . ."
Why, in five or ten minutes more the evening papers in half a dozen cities will have extras out announcing that one more big submarine boat disaster has occurred!" "Did you really send that to your papers?" asked Jack Benson, some of his glee showing. "Of course we did." "And that reminds me," shouted another. "We've got to send the follow-up news, at once. I have, anyway."
She's as deep in it as either of us, only she happens to be sentimental, and an outsider on this deal. She won't blab. Besides, you're ruined anyway, as far as New York's concerned.... Come along. That's finished: she won't send any important messages over that wire to-night, I guess." "My dear young lady!"
"If they find my hand trembling," he said to the Secretary of State, as he took up his pen, "they will say, 'He hesitated, but anyway it is going to be done." Then very carefully and steadily he wrote his name. It was the greatest deed of his life. "If my name is ever remembered," he said, "it will be for this act, and my whole soul is in it." And thus slavery came to an end.
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