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"Why man alive," grumbled Jack, "are you running away with the notion that you're the only one who ever approached me with a view to finding out how the Pollard boat runs? You claim, to be a spy for some other government, M. Lemaire. Are you such an infant as to think yourself the only spy in the field?" "You would have to tell me about the others.
"The Pied Piper, judging from the way you women run after him," he grumbled. "Can't a good-looking man come to Washington without being swamped with invitations?" "Sour grapes!" Miss Kiametia's kind smile took the sting from her words, and Foster, whose looks were his sensitive point, laughed. "You haven't answered my question."
An old Norman law that the English grumbled about very much was, that as soon as a bell was rung, at eight o'clock every evening, everyone was to put out candle and fire, and go to bed. The bell was called the curfew, and many old churches ring it still. William caused a great list to be made of all the lands in the country, and who held them.
Jean, and found a sick man who had been left there, and who grumbled against the Sisters, and accused them of neglecting him, but remained altogether unaware, in the meantime, of what had happened in the city. Will it be believed that after a time this fellow was put faith in as a seer, who had heard and beheld many things of which we were all ignorant?
"What do they say of me?" asked Pepita, without deigning to look up. "Men are all fools," grumbled Jovita; "and they think girls are fools too. They say you have a pretty face; and he thinks he can make a fool of you if you are not one." "Does he?" said Pepita, with a dimpling cruel little smile. "Let him come to-morrow to-night. Let him begin." "He will begin soon enough," Jovita answered.
"Them storms is like some folks' money; comes hard and goes easy," said Shorty Palmer. "Comes quick an' goes quicker's more like it," corrected Bill Jordan. "Have it your own way," grumbled Shorty. "Not that I have t' tell you that, for you'd have it, anyway."
"Shoving himself into other people's business," grumbled Pillingshot. "Trying to be funny," Berkeley summed up. "Rotten at cricket, too." "Can't play a yorker for nuts." "See him drop that sitter on Saturday?" So that was all right. As far as the junior day-room was concerned, Pillingshot felt himself vindicated. But his employer was less easily satisfied.
When he had brought his fri ends to the house which in his opinion was the best, he declared his firm intention of dancing a quadrille. The medical student grumbled something about their having to pay the musicians a rouble, but agreed to be his vis-a-vis. They began dancing. It was just as nasty in the best house as in the worst.
The Governor listened patiently as Archie jerked this out, nervously trying to conceal his Harvard training in the use of the English language by resorting to such terms as he imagined bold bad men employ in moments of mental stress. "An amateur, I take it?" remarked the Governor with the humorous twinkle that seemed to be habitual with him. "Hell, no," grumbled Archie scornfully.
"Oh, do put the light out I'm dead tired," the girl grumbled, pressing her face into the pillow. Mrs. Spragg turned away obediently; then, gathering all her scattered impulses into a passionate act of courage, she moved back to the bedside. "Undie you didn't see anybody I mean at the theatre?
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