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"All is well, Excellency, as well as you could wish, knowing what you know." Profound relief found voice in a sigh from Victor's heart. "You got my messages, then? Nogam delivered them?" "So I understand. I myself did not see him, Excellency. The man Sturm " On that name the voice died away in what Victor fancied was a gasp that might have been of either fright or pain. "Hello!" he prompted.
The Judge, after settling for the drinks, turned, and saw for the first time his enemy. "Hello, Billy!" said he, pleasantly; "let's take a drink first." Billy, who was a red-haired man, with a snapping-turtle mouth, but not a vicious-looking man for all that, briefly replied, "All right," and these two determined enemies clinked their glasses with the unconcern of mere social drinkers.
"Modern languages, I think the catalogue said. His first name is Horace." "Horace!" Steve chuckled. "It ought to be Percy. Hello, they've fixed the beds up." The room looked far more habitable when Steve had switched the light on. Tom sighed luxuriously as he stretched himself out on one of the beds. "Bet you I'm going to do a tall line of sleeping to-night, Steve," he said.
Rapidly he pressed the key, and the sparks flew between the points of his gap like tiny flashes of horizontal lightning. "Hello! Is that you, Willie?" rapped out Charley. "Sure," came the answer. "But we're all here. Why didn't you call up last night?" "Couldn't," answered Charley. "Didn't reach Old Ironsides camp site until long after dark. Forest fires have burned up all the timber there.
The day before I was to start I was walking down Sampson street near the American Exchange Hotel, where I was stopping while in the city, when I heard a voice across the street that sounded familiar, say, "Hello chief."
One moonlight night Lady Patsy was sitting at her window and she heard a whistle in the garden. When she peeped out carefully, there stood Peter Piper waving his ragged cap at her, and he had his rope ladder under his arm. "Hello," he whispered as loud as he could. "Could you catch a bit of rope if I threw it up to you?" "Yes," she whispered back.
They caught sight of each other at the same instant. Jane came composedly on Selma made a darting movement toward a by-path opening near her, hesitated, stood like some shy, lovely bird of the deep wilderness ready to fly away into hiding. "Hello, Selma!" said Jane carelessly. Selma looked at her with wide, serious eyes. "Where have you been keeping yourself of late?
I have long wanted just such a one. I should like that gun very much: I like to amuse myself with a gun. Hello, there, woman, woman!" shouted Ivan Ivanovitch, beckoning to her. The old woman approached the fence. "What's that you have there, my good woman?" "A gun, as you see." "What sort of a gun?" "Who knows what sort of a gun?
A belt of red leather, probably colored and tanned by some Indian process, was drawn tightly about his waist. There were gold rings in his ears which swung an inch down on his brown cheeks. "Hello, sonny!" the man said, advancing into the cavern, standing the butt of his rifle on the rock, and leaning on the barrel.
Hello, here I am carrying this diamond pin around. I might lose it. Guess I'll put it back on the tray." He replaced in the proper receptacle one of the pins he had been examining when the excitement occurred. "I wonder if Mary will like that?" he said, softly. "I hope she does. Perhaps it would be better if she could come here herself and pick out one "
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