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She saw that for the future she must be more vigilant, and be absolutely truthful? Well, at all events, she must not tell lies. She hurried up the garden, still flushed with shame. A word from Cecil would soothe her, she was sure. "Cecil!" "Hullo!" he called, and leant out of the smoking-room window. He seemed in high spirits. "I was hoping you'd come.
The comedian who preceded Mr. Mackwayte and who was on the stage at that moment had said, "Hullo, Mac! Come to give us young 'uns some tips?" And even now the stage manager was talking over old days with her father. "You had a rough but good schooling, Mac," he was saying, "but, by Jove, it gave us finished artists.
I began to find unexpected books upon her table: sociological books, travels, Shaw's plays. "Hullo!" I said, at the sight of some volume of the latter. "I'm keeping a mind, George," she explained. "Eh?" "Keeping a mind. Dogs I never cared for. It's been a toss-up between setting up a mind and setting up a soul. It's jolly lucky for Him and you it's a mind.
"Hullo, Alton, how are you? Why, I hear you're coming out as a regular genius breaking out in a new place, upon my honour! Have you done with him, governor?" "Well, I think I have. I wish you'd have a talk with him, my boy. I'm sorry I can't see more of him, but I have to meet a party on business at the West-end at two, and Alderman Tumbril and family dine with us this evening, don't they?
"Hold up, there!" commanded a voice out of the darkness on my left. "Hullo!" I whipped out one of my pistols and faced the sound, at the same instant shouting to the driver: "Quick, man! duck your head and give 'em the whip! Curse you for a coward don't sit there hesitating! the whip, I say, and put 'em at it!" But the fellow would not budge.
"Hullo... Hullo... I say... Hullo..." "Hullo, Ginger," said Sally quietly. An ejaculation that was half a shout and half gurgle answered her. "Sally! Is that you?" "Yes, here I am, Ginger." "I've been trying to get you for ages." "I've only just come in. I walked home." There was a pause. "Hullo." "Yes?" "Well, I mean..." Ginger seemed to be finding his usual difficulty in expressing himself.
His face was grey, he looked unutterably tired, his mouth had the stark grimness of the man who endures, asking nothing of Fate. "Hullo, boy!" he said. "Why aren't you in bed?" Then seeing Robin's unmistakably hang-dog air, "Oh, I forgot! Go on upstairs! I'm coming." Robin turned about like a kicked dog. But the driving force stopped him on the threshold.
Saltash stepped suddenly out of the shadow of the larches and met him with outstretched hand. "Hullo!" said Bunny, with a start. A quick smile of welcome lighted his face, and Saltash's eyes flashed in answer. He gripped the boy's hand with fingers that closed like springs. "What are you doing here?" he said. "Just what I was going to ask you," said Bunny. "I often come here in the evening.
Nick threw a sudden glance across at Max while he waited. "Miss Campion all right this morning?" he asked. "Apparently," said Max, staring deliberately at a point some inches above Nick's head. Nick pivoted round abruptly, and found Violet standing in the doorway directly behind him. He went instantly to meet her. "Hullo, Miss Campion! You're just in time for breakfast. Come and have some!"
"Hullo! Morris, are you star-gazing there?" said Colonel Monk, with a yawn. "I suppose that I must have fallen asleep after dinner that comes of stopping too long at once in the country and drinking port. I notice you never touch it, and a good thing, too. There, my cigar is out. Now's the time for that new electric lighter of yours which I can never make work."
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