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"Never mind, Dick," said the doctor laughing, as I did; "we'll beg a skirt for you the first time we say how-d'ye-do to a passenger vessel " "Hands, heave anchor!" roared Black at that moment; and our conversation stopped suddenly at the cry. Then slowly, as the bell rang out, the great engines began their work, and we swept out to the open sea.
Another couple were now occupying the privacy of the seat at the end of the side-hall, and James noticed that the heads of this couple had precisely the same relative positions as the heads of the previous couple. "Bless us!" he murmured, apropos of the couple, who, seeing in him a spy, rose and fled. Then he resumed his silent soliloquy. "A pretty how-d'ye-do!
She arrived at the corridor. "How-d'ye-do, Miss Lessways?" Mr. Cannon greeted her with calm politeness, turning from Mr. Karkeek, who raised his hat. "Will you come this way? One moment, Mr. Karkeek." Through a door marked "Private" Mr. Cannon introduced Hilda straight into his own room; then shut the door on her.
"The how-d'ye-do boy is a boy of the night It brings no cold, and it does not fright; He buttons his coat and laughs at the shower, And he has a song for the darkest hour So, high or low, Let the world go, The how-d'ye-do boy don't care for it no no no no." The song gave no little delight to all parties.
Amazing as this story is, both with regard to the strange things it asks us to believe of the man and the woman and the husband, it is certain that there was a pretty how-d'ye-do in Zurich. Minna became so jealous that she drove Wagner, usually so tender in his allusions to her, to use the expression of the ungallant Haydn, saying that, "she was making a hell out of the home."
While resting there, I became interested in their work, and observed, that when any of their acquaintances happened to fly past with a stick, they chattered a sort of How-d'ye-do to one another. This civility was so uniformly and reciprocally performed, that the politeness of the stork may be regarded as even less disputable than its piety.
"For a how-d'ye-do boy, who smokes and drinks, He does not care who cares or thinks; Would Grief deny him to laugh and sing, He knocks her down with a single sling So, high or low, Let the world go, The how-d'ye-do boy don't care for it no no no no.
Vanstone, entering the room while Miss Garth was making her quotation, with the dogs at his heels. "Well; live and learn. If you're all rakes, Miss Garth, the sexes are turned topsy-turvy with a vengeance; and the men will have nothing left for it but to stop at home and darn the stockings. Let's have some breakfast." "How-d'ye-do, papa?" said Magdalen, taking Mr.
"Well, Bill," one of them asked at last, "how's everything with you?" It was not the usual how-d'ye-do of greeting. The words were spoken in actual question, as if they had special significance. The man straightened, turning sober eyes. "Nothing startling yet," he replied. "In after supplies?" "Yes and my mail." There was a long pause. The conversation was apparently ended. Bill turned to go.
"For a how-d'ye-do boy, 'tis pleasure enough To have a sup of such goodly stuff To float away in a sky of fog, And swim the while in a sea of grog; So, high or low, Let the world go, The how-d'ye-do boy don't care for it no no no no."
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