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"Well, I must confess it does," replied d'Artagnan. "That horse was to have identified us in the day of battle. It was a pledge, a remembrance. Athos, you have done wrong." "But, my dear friend, put yourself in my place," replied the Musketeer. "I was hipped to death; and still further, upon my honor, I don't like English horses.
In fact, there was no hope of its clearing up; the barometer pointed to rainy weather; mine hostess' tortoise-shell cat sat by the fire washing her face, and rubbing her paws over her ears; and, on referring to the almanac, I found a direful prediction stretching from the top of the page to the bottom through the whole month, "expect much rain about this time." I was dreadfully hipped.
Chantry was a feminist; a bit of an æsthete but canny at affairs; good-looking, and temperate, and less hipped on the matter of sex than feminist gentlemen are wont to be. That is to say, while he vaguely wanted l'homme moyen sensuel to mend his ways, he did not expect him to change fundamentally. He rather thought the women would manage all that when they got the vote.
"You are a bachelor!" he remarked. "I am a man of a different disposition," Hennibul answered. "I find pleasure in everything everything amuses me. My work is fascinating, my playtime is never big enough. I really don't know where a wife would come in. However, if ever I did get a bit hipped, find myself in your position, for instance, I can promise you that I'd take my own medicine.
If so, he gave no sign, and took Wetherell's hand limply. "Will's kinder hipped on book-l'arnin'," Lemuel continued kindly. "Come here to keep store for his health. Guess you may have heerd, Jethro, that Will married Cynthy Ware. You call Cynthy to mind, don't ye?" Jethro Bass dropped Wetherell's hand, but answered nothing.
One needs a friend to shoot with, alone you lose half the charm. If you get hipped with a miss you can then growl out loud to a sympathetic ear, and blow smoke over the day together. There's only the pariah dog to talk to here, so I eat lunch and smoke "my lone," "here, old Bicky, you can wolf the rest of the lunch," you haven't much appetite the time the bag is empty.
I meant to get there. By this time it was after five o'clock. I left the Duval restaurant, and again took a cab. The first thing I did was to send a petit bleu to Aunt Lilian, saying that she wasn't to worry about me. I'd been hipped and nervous, and had gone out to see a friend who was I'd just found out staying in Paris.
He was reminded of it, however, at luncheon-time, when, on entering the dining-room of the club, he saw Andrew Wilmore seated alone at one of the small tables near the wall. He went over to him at once. "Hullo, Andrew," he greeted him, "what are you doing here by yourself?" "Bit hipped, old fellow," was the depressed reply. "Sit down, will you?" Francis sat down and ordered his lunch.
"And and," he continued, with some hesitation, "probably I shall not return to this mission." "Perhaps that will be best," she said, simply, but looking up at him now, with a face full of tender sympathy. "I am sure of it," he replied, turning away from her gaze. "The fact is, doctor, I am a little hipped overworked, and all that. I shall pull myself together with a little rest.
"With a bow and arrows." "Have you found these also?" "No, I must make them. I shall look out a sapling shaped to my purpose and trim it with my knife. For the cord of my bow I will have leather strips cut from my jerkin." "Aye, but your arrows, Martin, how shall you barb them without iron?" "True!" says I, somewhat hipped.
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