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We descend, and pass by a house on a knoll, and a terrace of olives extending along the road in front. Half a dozen children come to the road to look at us as we approach, and then scamper back to the house in fear, tumbling over each other and shouting, the eldest girl making good her escape with the baby. My companion swings his hat, and cries, "Hullo, baby!"
Hullo! here comes somebody, but he doesn't look like an architect; he looks like a wicked baronet disguised as a Boer." True enough, round a clump of bush appeared an unusual looking person, mounted on a very good horse. He was tall, thin and old, at least he had a long white beard which suggested age, although his figure, so far as it could be seen beneath his rough clothes, seemed vigorous.
It was Caesar the great Dalmatian who greeted him thus effusively, and Piers realized in an instant that the dog had some news to impart. He pushed him aside with a brief word of welcome and entered the ivy-grown place. "Hullo!" gasped a voice with painful utterance. "Hullo!" And in a moment he discerned Sir Beverley crouched in a corner, grey-faced, his riding-whip still clutched in his hand.
They were, however, nearly starving, but managed to secure a seal, which saved them for the time; their feet were badly swollen, and they had no desire to sleep. On the 1st of August, however, they had reached familiar waters. Two days later a cry was heard, ending in a "hullo." Men were coming, in a small boat. "It is the Upernavik oil-boat," said Petersen. He was right.
Among the last to leave are Oliver and Wraysford; they have stayed to dine with the Doctor, and when at last they do turn their backs on the old school it is getting late. Stephen accompanies them down to the station. On the way they pass the well-known Cockchafer. The old board is still there, but a new name is upon it. "Hullo! what's become of Cripps?" asked Wraysford.
Johnny thought, looking so cross that Edith, coming out with the luncheon basket, was really remorseful. "Hullo, Johnny," she said. "Darling," Eleanor said, "I believe I'd like to go up to the cabin to-day. Do let's do it just you and I!" The three young people all spoke at once: Johnny said: "Good scheme! We'll excuse Maurice." Edith said, "Oh, Eleanor, Maurice loves fishing!"
The cable attached to the instrument which Gatton held did not come from the proper connection at all, but came in through the window, and was evidently connected with something outside in the garden! "What does this mean, Gatton?" I cried. Evidently as deeply mystified as I, Gatton placed the telephone on the little table and fully opening the window, leaned out. "Hullo!" he cried.
"Hullo, Mr. Thomas," he said, "have you come up to see Mr. Mortby?" mentioning a well-known Oxford bibliophile. "Wharton," he went on, addressing me, "this is Mr. Thomas from Blocksby's." I bowed. Mr. Thomas seemed embarrassed. "Can I have a word alone with you, sir?" he murmured to Allen. "Certainly," answered Allen, looking rather surprised. "You'll excuse me a moment, Wharton," he said to me.
Here, as he was rattling away to the people around him, laughing loudly and wild with spirits, Dobbin found him. He had been to the card tables to look there for his friend. Dobbin looked as pale and grave as his comrade was flushed and jovial. "Hullo, Dob! Come and drink, old Dob! The duke's wine is famous. Give me some more, you sir;" and he held out a trembling glass for the liquor.
On seeing this, the barricade burst into a laugh. "Go on!" shouted Bossuet to the artillerists. They flocked round Gavroche. But he had no time to tell anything. Marius drew him aside with a shudder. "What are you doing here?" "Hullo!" said the child, "what are you doing here yourself?" And he stared at Marius intently with his epic effrontery.
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