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And how's the recruiting going on?" Then without waiting for a reply, she went on: "Norah, dear, this is Lord Westerham, Lord-Lieutenant of this part of the County of York, Colonel commanding the West Riding Yeomanry and lots of other things that I don't understand." Norah pushed her goggles up and tilted her hat back. Auriole saw a flash of recognition pass like lightning between their eyes.
So the girls went their two ways. Bobbie found Perks busy cleaning lamps. "And how's the young gent?" said he. "Better, thanks," said Bobbie, "but he's most frightfully bored. I came to ask if you'd got any Magazines you could lend him." "There, now," said Perks, regretfully, rubbing his ear with a black and oily lump of cotton waste, "why didn't I think of that, now?
They'll not git at the Chestnut, for I'll slape in the stall me self." As Allis moved away, Mike stood watching the neat figure. "That's the game, eh?" he muttered to himself; "the gal don't trust Redpath no more'n I do; palaver don't cut no ice wit' her. The b'y didn't finish on Lucretia, an' that's all there is to it. But how's Alan goin' to turn the trick in a big field of rough ridin' b'ys?
"As the sending of Monsieur X is faint, it follows that he is somewhere near the periphery of this circle, or that he is possessed of a primitive or weak instrument. By the doctrine of probabilities we should be justified in concluding against the latter supposition." "How's that, Professor?" asked the Morning Register man. "It doesn't get to me."
In spite of all my efforts, I could not get to sleep: aimless and vague thoughts kept persistently and monotonously dragging one after another on an endless chain, like the buckets of a hydraulic machine. 'You're not asleep, I fancy? observed my neighbour. 'No, as you see, I answered. 'And you're not sleepy either, are you? 'I'm never sleepy. 'How's that? 'Oh!
Now one of you stay here and mount guard over the left- behinds, while the other goes ahead and shows us the way. How's the knife brigade coming on?" "Ready any time you are. What's next?" "Line up on each side the stick of the Skyrocket, and we'll pick her up and tote her to the beach. Back here, Dave, you and Barney; we need more around the motor it weighs sixteen ounces to the pound.
And sure enough, Bob had hardly reached home that afternoon when the telephone bell rang, and Larry's familiar voice came over the wire. "Hello, Bob!" he said. "How's the boy? Did you get my letter all right?" "I sure did," answered Bob. "It's fine to hear your voice again. We're all tickled to death to know that you're showing in Clintonia this week.
Nora had chosen her hour well. She entered her father's room, accompanied by Squire Murphy. The old Squire was lying, half-dozing, in his luxurious bed. The fire had been recently built up. The room felt close. "Ah, dear!" said Squire Murphy, "it is difficult to breathe here! And how's yourself, O'Shanaghgan, my man? Why, you do look drawn and pulled down. I am right glad to see ye, that I am."
With a faint grin on his fleshy face, he said: "Hallo, Soames! Have a muffin?" "No, thanks," murmured Soames; and, nursing his hat, with the desire to say something suitable and sympathetic, added: "How's your mother?" "Thanks," said George; "so-so. Haven't seen you for ages. You never go racing. How's the City?"
Then, next week, they takes it off again. "That we are." "There's some here as never made ten shillings a week in their lives, as owes twenty pounds at the shop!" "Ay, and more and how's a man ever to pay that?" "So this week, when I comes, they offers me the house. Would I go into the house? They'd be glad to have me, acause I'm strong and hearty and a good nurse.
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