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"What's goin' on here?" he demanded. Arima stopped in his tracks. To Orme, at this moment, came the memory of the girl's desire to avoid publicity. "Nothing wrong," he said. The policeman stared. "I've been watchin' you from over there," he said. "It looks like nothin' wrong, with men fighting all over the ground." "Just a little trial of strength," explained Orme. "Trial of strength, hey?"
The term-end exams were only a month away when Benson and Myers finally did it, and stood solemnly, each with a beaker in either hand and took alternate sips of the original and the drink mixed from the syrup they had made. "Not a bit of difference, Fred," Myers said. "We have it!" Benson picked up the guitar and began plunking on it. "Hey!" Myers exclaimed.
"Hello, there, Hiram!" he cried, rising from his chair. "Glad to see you once in a while. Ain't goin' to leave us, are you? Not goin' abroad for your health, or anything of that kind, hey?" Captain Baker laughed. "No," he answered. "No further abroad than Hyannis. And I'll be back from there tonight, if the Lord's willin' and the cars don't get off the track.
But I really don't think anyone could be sick in this delightful room," she said, with a long sigh of happiness as her eye went from one pleasant object to another. "Then you like my sort of medicine better than Aunt Myra's, and don't want to throw it out of the window, hey?" "Come, little girl, I've got another dose for you.
"Hey, brother, you don't speak as you did you don't speak like a gorgio, you speak like one of us, you call me sister." "As you call me brother; I am not an uncivil person after all, sister." "I say, brother, tell me one thing, and look me in the face there do you speak Rommany?" "Rommany! Rommany! what is Rommany?"
The woman went white to the lips, and stole her disengaged hand into her husband's. "Startlin' at first, hey?" he said, bravely winning back his composure: "but 'tis wunnerful what control the driver has, they tell me. They only employ the cleverest men "
"I'm too hot, damme, to walk with you any more but I'm your man if you've a mind for a swim here's the Serpentine river, Clarence hey? damn it! hey?" Sir Philip and all his companions knew that Clarence had never learned to swim. "You may wink at one another, as wisely as you please," said Clarence, "but come on, my boys I am your man for a swim hundred guineas upon it!
I was very happy, except for what couldn't be helped, you know." "Yes, yes it couldn't be helped. I know that you felt that. I was bound for the others, don't you see? sake of example. That sort of thing, don't you see?" He shook his head. "We can't have that, you know. It don't do in the long run. Very irregular, hey? And your mother, you know she takes these things to heart. Goes too far, I say.
Manasseh followed in attendance. Behind them in the porchway the landlady bobbed unregarded, like a piece of clockwork gradually running down. "Hey!" The Collector, as he reached the gate, lifted his chin sharply threw up his head as a finely bred animal scents battle or danger. "What's this? A riot, up the street?"
As he stopped in the street beyond, out of breath, calling merrily, between his gasps, that they weren't playing fair to run so far and leave him all alone, he noticed his friend, Hapgood, just turning in at the door of his now neat cottage, further down the block. He stopped yelling to give the man a critical stare. "Off his base a bit, hey?" he muttered.
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