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And at noon, way over in Hoboken, Marsh had overheard a German docker say to the man eating lunch beside him, "I hear dot tamn fool anarchist Marsh is raising hell ofer dere in New York." "But I wasn't raising hell," he drawled. "I was over here studying literature."

"Well," drawled Miss Greeby, puffing luxuriously at her cigarette, which was Turkish and soothing, "nothing may turn into something when these mortgages are cleared off." "Who is going to clear them off?" "Sir Hubert Pine."

I assure you that is all." "Not quite," Christabel drawled. "There is something else." "And what may that be, my dear young lady?" "To tell your story to Lord Littimer before you sleep. That kind of romance may do for Great Britain, but it wouldn't make good family reading in the States." "But, my dear young lady, I beg of you, implore you " "Come off the grass!

"Oh, these little policemen, they always arrest me when they can," she replied, with a smile. "Here, you!" cried Dawson, addressing himself to the man in uniform "you go away. Voetsaak, see! You mind your own business, and get out." The officer drawled something in his own tongue, which was, of course, unintelligible to Dawson, but it had the effect of annoying him strangely.

"We all get lots of politics," said Ravenel. "Not son! not fum me, sir. Oh, my Lawd, sir, that's one of the worst parts of it! I don't dare teach him mine, much less unteach him his mother's. She's as spirited as she's gentle, sir." "Whatever was is wrong," drawled the young man. "That's the new creed." "Oh, sir, a new creed's too painful a thing fo' jest. Ow South'n press, Mr.

"So I came," repeated the major, after an interval. "Eh? . . . Oh, yes, yes. So you did, so you did. . . . Hum!" He rose and, walking to the window, peeped about the edge of the shade across and down the road in the direction of the telegraph office. "Phineas," he drawled, musingly, "and Squealer and Lute Small and Bluey. Hu-u-m! . . . Yes, yes."

"Wal, pard, I'm no wild hoss wrangler like you say you are, but I've got hoss sense," drawled Blinky, as he urged his animal back into the yellow trail. Pan dismounted to walk, a habit he had always conformed to on steep trails, when his horse needed freeing of a burden, and his own legs were the better for action.

'I'll teach you manners, he cried, and took a step forward to reach for Blenkiron's shoulder the game he had twice played with me. Blenkiron never took his hands from his coat pockets. 'Keep your distance, he drawled in a new voice. 'I've got you covered, and I'll make a hole in your bullet head if you lay a hand on me. With an effort Stumm recovered himself. He rang a bell and fell to smiling.

Carter, I want to pay you for what I've had," drawled Harvey, as he opened the diary, and exposed his worldly wealth. "Pay me!" exclaimed John Carter, with something like horror in his tones and expression; "take any money from a brother sailor who has been wrecked!

Whatever his own personal joy and relief might be, the surrounding country nevertheless was exceedingly wild, and the girl an extravagantly long distance from home. "But Miss Edgarton " he began all over again. "Good-by, Mr. Barton! And thank you for going home!" she added conscientiously. "But what will I tell your father?" worried Barton. "Oh hang Father," drawled the indifferent little voice.