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I asked him if he really and truly supposed that any sane girl would go and hide in that shed; and if so why? Disdainful of my mirth he merely muttered his basso-profundo thankfulness that we had not found her anywhere about there. And I remember I snorted, I positively snorted, at that poor Fyne. What really jarred upon me was the rate of his walking.
I asked him if he really and truly supposed that any sane girl would go and hide in that shed; and if so why? Disdainful of my mirth he merely muttered his basso-profundo thankfulness that we had not found her anywhere about there. And I remember I snorted, I positively snorted, at that poor Fyne. What really jarred upon me was the rate of his walking.
He saw the remnants of ham and eggs and coffee. He was hungry. There was the uproar to be expected of a basso-profundo banshee in pain. Another pushpot was taking off. "How do I get breakfast?" he asked. The co-pilot pointed to a chair. He rapped sharply on a drinking glass. A door opened, he pointed at Joe, and the door closed. "Breakfast coming up," said the co-pilot. "Look!
Agreeing with the remote inner voice of her reason so far, she toned her exclamatory foolishness to question, in Reason's plain, deep, basso-profundo accompaniment tone, how much the most blessed of mortal women could do to be of acceptable service to a young schoolmaster? There was no reply to the question.
Agreeing with the remote inner voice of her reason so far, she toned her exclamatory foolishness to question, in Reason's plain, deep, basso-profundo accompaniment tone, how much the most blessed of mortal women could do to be of acceptable service to a young schoolmaster? There was no reply to the question.
One night when the servants were alone in the house, of its own volition the organ sent forth, to break the still hours, a blood-curdling basso-profundo groan that suggested ghosts to their superstitious minds. The housemaid came to regard the instrument as something uncanny, and, even as the cook had done before her, shook the dust of the house of Carson from her feet.
These musicians are dressed in fantastic scarlet uniforms, not unlike the costume of a fifteen century jester, and every evening at sundown they repair to these balakhanas, and for the space of an hour dispense the most unearthly music imaginable. tubes of brass about five feet long, which respond to the efforts of a strong-winded person, with a diabolical basso-profundo shriek that puts a Newfoundland fog-horn entirely in the shade.
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