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"They love the Americans about as much as they love sunstroke," he meditated. "But it doesn't matter much what they like, because they'll take just what's handed to them. But it's the lower elements and the revolutionists who are making most of the trouble, and I'm a lot mistaken if their headquarters aren't in the neighborhood of that blind alley.
"Where's the rest of the fleet?" roared Strong. "Why aren't they here yet?" "I don't know, sir," replied Tom, "but if they don't show up soon, there won't be much left to save!" "Bandits dead ahead," droned the voice from the radar bridge calmly, "trying to envelop us." Tom's hand shot out for the intercom to relay orders to the power deck and glanced quickly at the scanner. He almost cheered.
"I thought God knew everything," said Mr. Badger, regarding the child curiously. "He does, of course, everything that's going to last forever and ever: everything that's beautiful and good and strong. Whatever God thinks about has got to last." The child lifted her shoulders. "I'm glad He doesn't think about mistakes, sickness, and everything like that, aren't you?"
The little sea elephant seemed suddenly to take fright at the strange company it found itself in and went tumbling and sniffing out to find its mates, whilst through the night came the occasional "woof" of a bull as if giving praise that the worst was over. "The old sea cows know it's done," said Raft, "now you'd better get under your blankets, you aren't afraid to be alone?"
You aren't backing out now, at the last minute, are you?" "Oh, no," was the easy answer. "We'll go, as arranged, but not today. I had some unexpected news last night which necessitates making a trip this morning. I expect to be back tonight, if all goes well, and we'll start tomorrow morning instead of this. It's a matter of important business." "Well, I don't know that we can find fault with Mr.
She opened the door to the sitting-room and there, seated by a window, was Aunt Maria with a ball of gray wool in her lap and five steel knitting needles plying in her hands. "Aunt Maria!" "Why, Phœbe!" The exclamations came simultaneously. "What in the world are you doing? I mean why aren't you cleaning the kitchen? Oh, Aunt Maria, you know what I mean!
"Swamiji," I inquired, looking straight into his eyes, "please tell me the truth: Aren't you feeling the advance of age? As the body is weakening, are your perceptions of God suffering any diminution?" He smiled angelically. "The Beloved is more than ever with me now." His complete conviction overwhelmed my mind and soul.
"Well, Joy," answered Cynthia, "you've a theory about what happened, and it certainly sounds sensible. Now, have you any about what relative it was? That's the next most interesting thing." "I don't think it could have been her father or mother," replied Joyce, thoughtfully. "Parents aren't liable to cause that kind of trouble, so we'll count them out.
Doris reached with one arm and drew his face close up to hers. "Are you happy?" she demanded with a fierce intensity. "Don't you ever wish you had a wife who could see? Aren't you ever sorry?" "Doris, Doris," he chided gently. "What in the world put such a notion as that into your head?" She lay thoughtful for a minute. "Sometimes I wonder," she said at last.
She looked at me and her manner froze I can't think why I felt she thought I had no right to question her I say "looked at me" but I am never quite sure what her eyes are doing, because she never takes off her yellow glasses Those appear to be gazing at me at all events. "I make bandages." "Aren't you dead tired after working all day with me?"
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