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Then she stopped short, for Peter's eyes were staring more roundly than usual and the hand that fumbled at his locket trembled visibly. He stared at Aunt Hannah, he stared at Irene; but most of all he stared at Mary Louise, who seemed to sense from his manner some impending misfortune. "H-m," said the lawyer, growing red and then paling; "I've bad news."
"But look here, son, you wrote that you planned being married in June!" There was a pause. Then the boy said: "I did think so; but now I don't see how we can. Sally sees that, too. I can't get married until I have a good job, and I've got another year here. We don't want to tell every one and then have to wait two or three years, do we, sir?" "H-m!" said his father.
"H-m, ha, well; we'll go to business now, if you please," he said, as though reserving to himself the right of returning to the secretary's black eye when the more usual business of the Board should be completed. But when the more usual business of the Board had been completed, the secretary left the room without any further reference to his eye.
"No-o, but of course he's of age in five months, and if she's got her hooks deep enough into him, she oh, confound such a complication, anyway!" "It looks to me as if she wanted his money," said Mrs. Fox. "H-m!" said his father, again deep in the letter. "That's just occurred to you, has it? Poor old Buddy poor old Bud!" "Oh, he'll surely get over it," said Mrs. Fox, uncertainly.
She could not tell whether it was a tremble of the boy's hand or a short motion to knock off the cigarette ash. "Did you say 'was' Dick Wilbur?" "Yes. Did you know him?" "Heard of him, I think. Kind of a hard one, wasn't he?" "No, no! A fine, brave, gentle fellow poor Dick!" She stopped, her eyes filling with tears at many a memory. "H-m!" coughed the boy.
George Gilbert" and a short scribble from First Deputy O'Connor: Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert desire to consult you with regard to the mysterious disappearance of their daughter, Georgette. I am sure I need say nothing further to interest you than that the M.P. Squad is completely baffled. "H-m," remarked Kennedy; "not strange for the Missing Persons Squad to be baffled at least, at this case."
"Look!" suddenly exclaimed the engineer, pointing. A vast, gaping canyon of blackness opened at their very feet a yawning gash forty feet long and ten or twelve broad, with roughly jagged edges, leading down into unfathomed depths below. Stern gazed at it, puzzled, a moment, then peered up into the darkness above. "H-m!" said he.
"It will help pay you for the hard work of fixing up the house," he rejoined, pleadingly. "Your bill wasn't half enough." "My bill?" wonderingly. "The one I paid McNutt for your services." "I made no charge, sir. I could not accept anything for a bit of assistance to a neighbor." "Oh! Then McNutt got it, did he?" "I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Merrick. I told Peggy I would not accept payment." "H-m.
"H-m!" he said non-committally. "Doesn't the table look nice?" said Colina quickly. "Very nice," he said. "We must prove to ourselves once in a while that we are not savages!" "Naturally! Do you want me to dress?" Colina, who had not looked at her father, nevertheless felt the inimical atmosphere. She stooped to a touch of flattery. "You are always well dressed," she said, smiling at him.
"If you mean my niece by your remarks," he said stiffly, "she isn't a child. She's she's," he stumbled, "she's goin' on fourteen." "She has a long time to go before she ever reaches fourteen," grimly. "Do Brown and Lawson know you have a child living with you?" "They do not." Larry's tone was as short and crisp as pie crust. "H-m," was all Mr.
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