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He waited, sullen and reluctant, until she returned with the article of apparel in one hand and the other concealed beneath her apron. "Here it is," she said, presenting the shirt to him. "Thank you," he grumbled, taking it. "Much obliged for sewin' on the button." "You're welcome. It squares us for your pilotin' me over the marsh, that's all. 'Twa'n't any favor; I owed it to you."
Lucy Haines looked as surprised as if she had been questioned as to her ability to button her own shoes. "Why, of course," she answered staring. "I thought so. Then don't you want to go on a picnic with us to-morrow and drive the horses? Joe says a baby could manage them, but I don't feel equal to it, and I'm sure the other girls won't.
There is a pack of fox-hounds kept at Montreal, maintained chiefly by officers of the garrison, as a shadowy reminiscence, perhaps, of the real thing, which is essentially of insular Britain and of nowhere else. Button happened to go to Montreal, on one occasion, for the purpose of picking up a race-horse, I think, for the Quebec market.
At this place of torture "The Buffer" was rushing with all his might, Button being then situated upon his neck, in a position most convenient for being "skinned alive" by the trees, as he said, when a plunge made by the animal over a plashy pool transferred the rider to his tail, from which he "collapsed right down in a kind o' swoon, and when he come to, found himself settin' up to his elbows in muddy water, very solitary-like, and with a terrible stillness all around."
All for a bloomin' button you could see your face in an' a bit o' lip that a bloomin' Hark-angel would 'a' guv back." Mulvaney was doing pack-drill was compelled, that is to say, to walk up and down for certain hours in full marching order, with rifle, bayonet, ammunition, knapsack, and overcoat. And his offence was being dirty on parade!
Selwyn," she had confided to the little doctor just a few days before. "She hasn't any nonsense about her, if she is an earl's daughter." "Earl's daughter," sniffed the little doctor, trying to slip a collar button into a refractory binding. "Dear me, now that's gone no, 'tisn't that's luck," as the button rolled off into a corner of the bureau-top where it was easily captured.
Tom reached over the huge control board that extended around him for some two feet on three sides. He placed a nervous finger on a small button, waited for the gauge below to register with a swing of the hand, and then released it. "All pressures steady, sir." "What next?" "Check the crew, sir all departments " replied Tom. "Carry on," said Strong.
Now, looking upon this strange figure, Barnabas started up, and springing from the curricle, crossed the street and looked upon the man with a smile. "Have you forgotten me?" said Barnabas. The man smiled in turn, and sweeping off the weather-beaten hat, saluted him with an old-time bow of elaborate grace. "Sir." he answered in his deep, rich voice, "Billy Button never forgets faces.
That pain was only twenty minutes from the last. I think it's about time." Kennon who had attended several hundred Lani births and had developed a certain callousness about them was suddenly frightened and helpless as he pushed the call button. He could feel the cold sweat form on his forehead. He had started this. It was his fault if anything went wrong.
The whole thing is settled, and all you got to do is to button up your lip and go to bed." A week later Papa Claude announced that Harold Phipps was at last released from his onerous duties in the army and had returned to his home in Chicago, where he would in future devote himself to the writing and producing of great American plays.
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