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"I'm fifty-nine," he growled. "Nothing 'll make me believe as Mrs. Pullen's fifty-five, nor anywhere near it." "Ho!" said the carpenter, on his mettle "ho! Why, my wife here was the sixth child, and she He caught a gleam in the sixth child's eye, and expressed her age with a cough. The others waited politely until he had finished, and Mr. Tidger, noticing this, coughed again.
Father Yakov coughed into his fist, sank awkwardly on to the edge of the chair, and laid his open hands on his knees. With his short figure, his narrow chest, his red and perspiring face, he made from the first moment a most unpleasant impression on Kunin.
All was warm, sunny, and silent, except that a solitary bee, which had somehow got within the hollow of the abacus, was singing round inquiringly, unable to discern that ascent was the only mode of escape. In another moment she beheld the astronomer, lying in the sun like a sailor in the main-top. Lady Constantine coughed slightly; he did not awake.
Here Dicky coughed and said "I didn't think he meant anything, but the day after Noël was talking about singing ballads in Rome, and getting poet's lyres given him, H.O. did say if Noël had been really keen on the Roman lyres and things he could easily have been a stowaway, and gone unknown." "A stowaway!" said my Father, sitting down suddenly and hard.
He coughed a mild short cough, as if to point the direction in which his downward path was tending. It was an honest little cough enough, so far as appearances went. But coughs are ungrateful things.
He coughed and sneezed for some time; then he continued: "Messire Joseph, I sent word to you not to speak to me of business until after my supper. . . I have an appetite now, and it is not yet my hour. Chicot, my doctor, recommends regularity, and I feel my usual pain in my side. This is how I shall spend the evening," he added, looking at the clock.
A gentle breeze sighing through the wood, shook down yew, crisp leaves on the woman's head, so that she looked like Danae in a shower of gold. Pine gazed heavily at the ground and coughed violently. Miss Greeby knew that cough, and a medical friend of hers had told her several times that Sir Hubert was a very consumptive individual. He certainly looked ill, and apparently had not long to live.
"You could scarcely say anything," Peter Ruff murmured "which would give me more pleasure. I am flattered." She shook her head. "It isn't flattery," she said, "it's the truth. You may be a few years older, and Spencer had a very nice moustache, which you haven't, but you are really not unlike. Mr. Ruff, do tell me where he is!" Peter Ruff coughed. "You must remember," he said, "that Mr.
The elevator man was looking at them reproachfully. Marcia edged toward the grated door. "I'll drop you a post-card," she said. Horace's eyes were quite wild. "Send me a post-card! I'll come up any time after January first. I'll be eighteen then." And as she stepped into the elevator he coughed enigmatically, yet with a vague challenge, at the calling, and walked quickly away. He was there again.
'For I carry some comfort, you see, he said. 'Taste that. Is it good? The water stood in Barnaby's eyes as he coughed from the strength of the draught, and answered in the affirmative. 'Drink some more, said the blind man; 'don't be afraid of it. You don't taste anything like that, often, eh? 'Often! cried Barnaby. 'Never! 'Too poor? returned the blind man with a sigh. 'Ay. That's bad.
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