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And when they had chorused thus for a while, the General would dictate a letter to Derry, for his hand was shaky, and Jean would write it out for him, and then she would write a letter of her own, and after that the day was blank, and the night until the next morning when another letter came. So she lived from letter to letter.
Bridget raised a commanding finger to the circle about her while she exhibited the golden penny. "Is there any one objectin' to payin' this down for a home?" "What kind of a home?" asked Susan, shrewdly. "Sure the kind ye live in same as other folks have that don't live in horspitals or asylums." "Hurrah!" chorused everybody, and Bridget sighed with relief.
His amazing morning swept before his mind like a moving-picture film; there were so many things he could not explain even to himself, much less to these two Gentiles. "I found lodgings," he said. "Lodgings?" Witherbee and Bunsen chorused the word. "Where, for heaven's sake?" "I don't know the name of the street," Simpson admitted. "I don't even know the name of my hostess.
"No," said Dotty, decidedly, "we're each going to get one thing and spend the whole ten dollars for it. And it must be something that we can keep and use." "I've made up my mind," said Dolly, calmly; "I'm just looking around for fun, but I know perfectly well what I'm going to get. Do you, Dotty?" "Yes, of course. I decided before I was in the store a minute." "What?" chorused the others.
"I suppose we ought to " "Ought to!" repeated one of the others, jumping to his feet. "By George, we will! I ain't the kind to go back on a woman like Mrs. Thomas. I don't care what yuh others do!" "That's what I say," chorused his two companions in the same breath. "I'll show yo' I aim to play fair," Kid Wolf approved.
"No, you aren't," chorused the loyal girls. "No? True patriots! And yet didn't you think grandma and I were just the least teenty bit hard on you to make you go to bed at the regulation hours tonight when it is Christmas?" "W-e-ll, we would like awfully much to stay up and see if Gail and Faith do as good entertaining their comp'ny as we did," confessed Peace with unusual hesitation.
"Anton," chorused the men, as though finding relief from their long silence in the announcement. The crime was even secondary to the personality of the culprit with them. Anton's name was uppermost in their minds, and so they spoke it readily. "Anton? And where is he? Have you got him?" The rancher had turned about, and addressed himself generally.
"I was talking when you interrupted me." "I thought I heard somebody say 'hello," confirmed Mr. Phipps. "So did I," added Walter. "And I know they did," said Tad emphatically. "Hello, boy!" This time all sprang up, startled. "Who's playing tricks?" shouted Ned. "Heard it that time, did you?" asked Walter. "It wasn't I." "Nor I," chorused Tad. "Then it must have been Ned or myself," said Phipps.
"So do I," chorused Ned and Walter. Tad did not speak. He was watching the Rangers to see if they meant it. Evidently they did. "That's so," answered Dippy. "We had plumb forgotten all about it. We better get a move on or we won't have that 'possum for breakfast. Ever go bag-baiting for 'possum?" he demanded wheeling on Tad. "I never did."
Whitney, fully dressed, stepped into the hall from her boudoir. "Pardon me," with a courteous inclination of her head as the coroner and Mitchell rose. "Winslow, I've asked the servants, and they tell me she has disappeared...." "She? Who?" chorused the three men. "Julie, my French maid."
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