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And Gideon heard her pretty laughter flow abroad. "We must try to get acquainted with this Mr. Jimson; I feel sure he must be nice." "Well, miss, I'm afraid I must be going on. I've got to be at Haverham, you see." "O, don't let me keep you, you kind man!" said Julia. "Good-afternoon." "Good-afternoon to you, miss." Gideon sat in the cabin a prey to the most harrowing thoughts.
The law of gravity is absurd and indefensible when you fall downstairs; but you obey it. He returned to Helen, who bravely met his eyes. "I'm off home," he said, hoarsely. "It's my tea-time." "Good-afternoon," she replied, with amiability. "Happen you'll come along with me, like?"
Up till now the frog had preserved his polite attentiveness in a manner highly creditable to his upbringing, but this proved too much; his over-charged feelings burst from him in a hoarse croak, and he disappeared into the river with a splash. "Good-afternoon, Uncle Dick!" said a voice at my elbow, and looking round, I beheld Dorothy.
A little way along the road he stepped aside to allow a girl to pass, glancing by mere force of habit beneath her umbrella as he did so. Then he started back guiltily as his eyes met those of Miss Gething. She half stopped. "Good-afternoon," said the skipper awkwardly. "Good-afternoon," said she. "Nasty weather," said the skipper, standing respectfully three yards off.
Lewis bounded from her chair and turned a startled face to Mr. Levice, who had thus spoken, standing in the doorway. Mrs. Levice breathed a sigh of hysterical relief. "Good-afternoon, Jennie," he said, coming into the room and shaking her hand; "sit down again. Good-afternoon Esther;" he stooped to kiss his wife. Mrs. Lewis's hands trembled; she looked, to say the least, ashamed.
That is the last remark I have to make, so good-afternoon;" and, without waiting for a reply, Charles walked away, conscious that Raymond would not dare either to call or run after him.
Since the June meeting under the sycamore tree by the old stone quarry he had made no special effort to see her, and the several times they had met in that time he had greeted her with marked restraint. "Good-afternoon," he murmured, looking from Phœbe to Mother Bab and back again to Phœbe. "I didn't know you were here, Phœbe.
I have enjoyed my visit to Crow Hill school, I assure you." Amanda looked at him, wondering. What under the sun could he mean? Why should she read a letter written to him? She smiled, shook the hand he offered, but was still at a loss to understand his words. The directors came up to say good-bye. Mr. Mertzheimer bowed very politely but refrained from meeting her eyes as he said, "Good-afternoon."
There was none to note in the few words he uttered. "Your little girl is growing into a woman, Fuller," said his lordship. "That's the way wi' most gells, my lord," said Fuller. "Good-afternoon, Miss Ruth," said the old nobleman, nodding and smiling. "Good-afternoon, my lord," said Ruth. Ferdinand's attentive ear noted again the absence of the district accent. He removed his cap and bowed to her.
"Well, then, good-afternoon," said the Procureur, bowing his head, evidently anxious to be rid of this strange visitor. "Who was that you had here?" asked one of the members of the Court, as he entered, just after Nekhludoff left the room. "Nekhludoff, you know; the same that used to make all sorts of strange statements at the Krasnoporsk rural meetings. Just fancy!