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Now I really thought it would be worth doing; no one else I knew had been out to dine with a chauffeur. Where would he take me? What would he talk about? But my nerve failed me. No, I didn't think I'd go. I fussed about for some excuse. I was sort of new in New York—out West, it was different.
When his father wasn't reading, he enjoyed fixing things; he looked forward to becoming a sort of anti-hero Major O'Shaunessy to the rescue, the tools, the truck, the little boxes of washers and screws and finishing nails, the retirement checks punctually in the mail. Patrick's mother fussed about Patrick's eating habits, but she wasn't really worried.
'Why, here you are in one of the grandest and best houses in the country, petted and fussed over, and just because my cousin Hollyhock chose to play a prank on you. My word! she might play twenty pranks on me and I 'd love her all the more. 'You're a boy; you are different! She nearly killed me, if that's what you call love! 'Nearly killed you, indeed! Not a bit of it!
P. S. You ought to have seen Emily and Mrs. Senter fussing over Sir Lionel when he burnt his hands! He hates being fussed over, and was almost cross, until our eyes happened to meet, and then we both smiled. That seemed to make him good-natured again. And he is wonderfully patient with his sister, really. White Hart Hotel, Launceston, Cornwall, Aug. 10th My Dear Sis: It came off all right.
Altogether, Gadabout fumed and fussed so much here, pitching about in the choppy water, jerking her ropes, and battering her big neighbour, that it was a relief to all concerned when she got her oil aboard, cast off her ropes, and, giving the schooner a last vindictive dig in the ribs, set off up the river. Even after getting away from the schooner there was not much to be seen at the landing.
Her paradise was not a tranquil one, for the little woman fussed, was over-anxious to please, and bustled about like a true Martha, cumbered with many cares. She was too tired, sometimes, even to smile, John grew dyspeptic after a course of dainty dishes and ungratefully demanded plain fare.
I spent several days, most unprofitably, in B. which I might have spent usefully in H. But this is the way things are done in the army, sometimes; in the Chaplains' Department generally. And "'Tis but in vain for soldiers to complain." I fully expected to make a bad start on my new journey. Having been fussed I was irritable.
Blake?" Jeff asked. Reardon sat down and fussed with the answer. "What Mrs. Blake?" he repeated, and flicked a spot of dust from his trousered ankle lifted to inspection. "Yes," said Jeff, with an outward quiet. "Was that my wife?" Again the colour rose in Reardon's face. It was the signal of an emotion that gave him courage. "Why, yes," he said, "it was." "What did she want?"
The ordinary ration sufficed him, but he memorized his catechism and his hymns diligently, fussed faithfully over his Latin longs and shorts, and took his occasional thrashings with becoming fortitude. On one occasion we hear that he was flogged by mistake and disdained to report the incident at home.
Chow, in a chef's cap, with an apron around his paunchy stomach, had come stomping in hastily from the galley. "Pore lil ole boys," he fussed. "Brand my snorkel, I never should've let you young'uns go pokin' around down below there without me around to keep an eye on things!" Tom slapped the loyal old Texan on the back. "If you want a dive, come along." "You're goin' back down?" Chow asked.
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