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"We'll all go second," said Ramage, "if we may?" Mr. Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried. "How's Mrs. Ramage?" he asked. "Very much as usual," said Ramage. "She finds lying up so much very irksome. But, you see, she HAS to lie up."
I hear Ferrinafad's voice, singing, and I must join, and see how the thing's going on, or going off. Gilb. Wouldn't any body think he'd no tongue in that mouth of his, screwed up, and blushing from ear to ear? Enter CHRISTY. Christy. Hoo! hoo! hoo! How's this both of yees mute as fishes the moment I come in?
"No, I've not finished reading him," said Levin. "But I don't need him now." "How's that? that's interesting. Why so?" "I mean that I'm fully convinced that the solution of the problems that interest me I shall never find in him and his like. Now..."
He did not forbid Jeff's taking off his overcoat; he suffered him to light his spirit-lamp and make a punch of the whiskey which he owned the doctor was giving him; and when Jeff handed him the steaming glass, and asked him, "How's that?" he answered, with a pleasure in it which he knew to be deplorable, "It's fine."
'See me put her around the next buoy ahead there. Hey! how's that? "The next 'buoy' was a curve in the road, and we went around it beautiful. So with the next and the next and the next. Bayport wa'n't so very fur ahead. All to once another dreadful thought struck me. "'Look here! I yells. 'How in time are we goin' to stop when we OW! "The Bassett woman had pinched my arm somethin' savage.
"We'll have to sit upon the floor," said he; "but we're safe here for the time being, and I've been wearying to see ye, Mr. Balfour." "How's it with Alan?" I asked. "Brawly," said he. "Andie picks him up at Gillane Sands to-morrow, Wednesday. He was keen to say good-by to ye, but the way that things were going, I was feared the pair of ye was maybe best apart.
They just adore that kind of thing and have done very little of it this time. As a rule, I don't mind a bit staying alone at the bungalow if I don't happen to go with them. But I've never before had the excuse of having you here to be with. It will seem perfectly natural for me to say that, as they're to be away, I'll spend the night with you. How's that?"
"Daddy," murmured Laura, "I don't blame you for regretting your boyhood, if you had many trout feasts." "How's the bass?" asked Tom, almost jealously. "Just splendid," replied Laura, sampling her first fork full. "You boys are camping in a fisherman's paradise," declared Dr. Bentley. "I don't blame you for liking this life.
I do know that " Here she was interrupted by the unheralded entrance of Mose Blake, the stuttering boy with the tea-cup. He nodded at Starbuck and began to stutter. "Mother sent me atter atter a c c c cup o' v v v " "How's all the folks, Mose?" Margaret broke in. "W w w w w " "Glad to know it," said Starbuck.
Mr. Hammond entered the Parker sitting-room. Hannah motioned toward a chair and he sat down. "Mornin', Hannah," said Caleb. "'Tis chilly. It'll be a mercy if we don't catch our deaths, dressed the way some of us be. How's things with you?" Miss Parker shook her head. "Oh, I don't know, Caleb," she answered. "They ain't all they might be, I'm afraid." "What's the matter?
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