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Also, leave any papers or other marks of identification behind. When you are ready, come to my quarters." "I shall be there in half an hour, sir." Hal and Chester made their way to Captain O'Neill's quarters. Hal presented the papers, granting leaves of absence to the three. "Hm-m," muttered Captain O'Neill. "Something up, eh? Well, I wish I were going with you." He extended a hand.
Bea turned and held out one hand impulsively. "If you could only have seen her eyes while she watched us in chapel! She was thinking of her own class, how she had been driven away from them in disgrace. It was tragic. She she " Bea gulped and caught herself back from falling over the brink into the pit of palpable emotion. "In fact, I am almost sure she hm-m, envied us."
Both men, after an awkward pause, cleared their throats in unison and eyed each other expectantly. Another moment dragged past, then they chorused: "I have an unpleasant " Each broke off at the echo of his own words. "What's that?" inquired the importer. "N-nothing. You were saying " "I was thinking how lucky it is that you and Elsa waited. Hm-m! Very fortunate." Again Mr.
"Hm-m indeed!" exclaimed Partow, lifting his brow into massive, corrugated wrinkles. "It may affect the stock market, but not the result." The other despatch was also out of the land of the Grays, but not by Westerling's consent or knowledge. By devious ways it had broken through the censorship of the frontier in cunning cipher.
"You t'ink I would make bill of ladin'? Ah! Hm-m!" " that you had made a mistake in throwing up your means of support " "But 'e 'as fill de place an' don' want me no mo'. You want a clerk? one what can speak fo' lang-widge French, Eng-lish, Spanish, an' Italienne? Come! I work for you in de mawnin' an' paint in de evenin'; come!" Joseph was taken unaware.
Miss Galland has an idea that's something and character and a brain making arrows so fast that she shoots them into the blue just for mental relief. She's quite a woman. If I were thirty, and single, I believe I'd fall in love with her. But don't you dare tell Mrs. Partow. I want the fun of telling her myself. Hm-m! Why don't you sit down, young man?"
"Well, I think, Perry," returned Mr. Jack soberly, "that Bill Dowd wasn't playing the fool, when he said that, quite so much as he sometimes is, perhaps." "Hm-m, maybe not," murmured Perry Larson perplexedly. "Still, I'm free ter say I do think 't was kind o' queer." He paused, then slapped his knee suddenly. "Say, did I tell ye about Streeter Old Bill Streeter an' the pear tree?" Again Mr.
"Hm-m; well, THAT'S good," said William, as he turned to go up to his room. But as he climbed the stairs he sighed; and to hear him, one would have thought it anything but good to him that Billy was happy. One by one the weeks passed. Mrs. Stetson had long since gone back to Hampden Falls; and Bertram said that the Strata was beginning to look natural again.
"This McCord a friend of yourn?" he inquired. "In a way," I said. "Hm-m well " He turned on his thwart to squint ahead. "There she is," he announced, with something of relief, I thought. It was hard at that time of night to make anything but a black blotch out of the Abbie Rose. Of course I could see that she was pot-bellied, like the rest of the coastwise sisterhood.
"Hm-m!" said Semple, reflectively. "I'll see if he says anything to me. Very likely he's spotted some way of taking the thing over, and reorganizing it, and giving it another run over the course. I'll think it out. And now I must be off. Aren't you lunching?" "No I'll have the boy bring in some sandwiches," Thorpe decided. "I want my next meal west of Temple Bar when I get round to it.
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