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Dressed, she opened the door of her room very quietly and peeped curiously out. And there in the wide hall, dusting an old highboy, was the girl with the dark hair. "Hullo!" exclaimed Robin, delighted at the encounter. The girl stared for a moment. She was tall and thin; her eyes so intensely blue as to look black and startling in their contrast to the whiteness of her skin.
"She will certainly go the same way as her mother if that very easy-going parson has the managing of her." The easy-going parson, however, had no such misgivings. He caught the child up in his arms with a whoop of welcome. "Well run, my Princess Bluebell! Hullo, Tommy! Who are you saluting so deferentially?" "Only that vicious old white cat, Lady Harriet," said Tommy. "Hullo, Tessa!
"All right, I'll start up. Hullo " he looked up with a puzzled face from the reverse lever. "I can't get her on the forward speed." "What's the matter?" gasped Hiram. "I don't know. Something's stuck. Shut off that engine, will you, Tubby, while I see?" Tubby promptly shut down the motor, and Merritt struggled with the refractory lever.
I do believe they'd burn up the whole town if they had their way." With this he resumed the paper. After a long silence he exclaimed, "Hullo!" upon which I nearly fell off the chair.
Then, looking round the deck of the brigantine, I noticed Freeman, the acting master of the Dona Inez, away aft, with his coat off, and one of his own men binding up the wounded arm of the officer. I hastened aft. "Not seriously hurt, Freeman, I hope?" said I. "Hullo, Grenvile, that you?" he returned. "No, thanks; rather painful, but not very serious, I hope.
As he pondered, he found himself opposite the engine, which was being oiled, wiped, and generally caressed by its affectionate driver, a burly man with an oil-can in one hand and a lump of cotton-waste in the other. 'Hullo, mother! said the engine-driver, 'what's the trouble? You don't look particularly cheerful.
"I'm sorry, old chap," said Mr. Fotheringay, and then, realising the awkward nature of the explanation, caught nervously at his moustache. He saw Winch, one of the three Immering constables, advancing. "What d'yer mean by it?" asked the constable. "Hullo! it's you, is it? The gent that broke the lamp at the Long Dragon!" "I don't mean anything by it," said Mr. Fotheringay. "Nothing at all."
And I wanted you to hear it, too." "Don't grieve, Florrie," he said familiarly, holding her hand and looking momentarily in her eyes. "You're going to sing it again for me. I heard part of it as I came up on the elevator." He relinquished her hand. "Why, Mrs. Dale! Delighted, I'm sure. So nice of you. And Arturo Scalchero hullo, Skalger, you old frost! Where'd you get the Italian name? Bonavita!
I'm through, am I?... Hullo, Inspector?" A rare expression of joy suddenly transfigured Quest's face. He was gazing downward into the little mirror. "You've found Lenora, then, Inspector?" he exclaimed. "Bully for you!... What do I mean? What I say! You forget that I am a scientific man, French. No end of appliances here you haven't had time to look at.
"Hullo, Diany!" said Mr. Carpenter on the other side, "you're coming it strong to-day. Got no one to help ye? Sha'n't I fetch 'Lizy? she's big enough to do som'thin'. I vow I want another cup. You see, it's hard work, is picking blackberries. I ain't master here; and my wife, she keeps me hard at it.
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