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They could make merry with their friends over a cup of coffee, and sought not the stimulants that college days and college habits might have allowed. It was with one of our little social groups of friends, that Mr. Dwight gave the toast, "Here's to the coffeepot! If it is not spiritual, it's not material!"
Here's my Glasgow address, and I look to you to send me a telegram whenever you're ready for me. I'm at the Salutation to-night, and go home to-morrow with the first train. Wait a minute" and he pulled out his watch "there's a train stops at Auchenlochan at 10.17. I think I'll catch that.... Well Mr.
"Certainly; I'm just on to see some friends here." "Precisely; I'm up from Kansas City to see the big 'round up, as they call it. Here's my card. I represent what our Alliance friends call the 'plutocratic press." His card stated that his name was Mr. Davis, and that he represented the Chronicle. "I'm afraid the parade must be over by this time, but I missed my train.
But here's the old thread of chivalry running through all the tangles, tarnished but unbroken." This was what he said to himself. What he said to Jean was, "Well, Jean, you and I have been together in the woods for two summers now, and marquis or no marquis, I hope this is not going to make any difference between us." "But certainly NOT!" answered Jean.
The lines of painful tension had vanished, and such traces of fatigue as lingered were of the kind easily attributable to steady mental effort. He glanced up, as if drawn by her gaze, and met her eyes with a smile. "I'm dying for my tea, you know; and here's a letter for you," he said.
So fill up for the toast an' I'll give it: Here's a health to bowld Dinny M'Divitt!" At this the monarch raised the bottle to his mouth and took another long, long pull. From this Brooke gathered that they were to be taken to the castle. He asked "His Majesty" if this were so. "Begorra, ye've hit it," said "His Majesty. "Is there anything to prevent our being taken there at once?" asked Brooke.
"Here's dear old Piccadilly," Jan exclaimed, as the taxi turned out of St. James's Street. "Doesn't it look jolly in the sunshine?" Tony turned even greener than before, and gasped: "This! Piccadilly!" This not very wide street with shops and great houses towering above them, the endless streams of traffic in the road and on the crowded pavements! "Did Mrs.
"Yes," I nodded, "but that need not interfere with you two can live here as easily as one, and, now that I have had a good look at you, I think we might get along very well together." "Sir," said he solemnly, "my race is royal I am a Stuart here's a Stuart's hand," and he reached out his hand to me across the hearth with a gesture that was full of a reposeful dignity.
I know your word's good." "Yes, it's diff'rent from yo'n! Shet de light out en move along here's de key." They were not followed. Tom trembled every time a late straggler brushed by them on the street, and half expected to feel the cold steel in his back. Roxy was right at his heels and always in reach.
"Well, here's the letter. Do you want anything else?" "N-o-o-no." "Then, for once, I've found a disinterested female in a coaxing mood," replied this modern Diogenes. He came from behind the counter, pretending to believe her, and started toward the door. "How's Dic?" he asked. "I haven't seen him for a fortnight. I've been wondering what has become of him."
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