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The animal, which was no doubt secretly flattered by her attentions, kept close to the good woman, but just out of reach of her hand, and quietly walked round the trees, against which she rubbed herself, with her tail up, and purring with pleasure. "Hulloh!" the young man with the yellow hair, who was ferreting about, suddenly exclaimed, "here are two swell boats!"
You're a nice one, you are! 'Pon my word, I've a good mind to run you in for Mormonism, I have. Wherever's she got to?" On the last words a sudden blaze of light shot into the pantry, and at the same moment there was the sound of wheels rapidly approaching in the square. "Hulloh!" said the voice, "someone a-comin'."
The height and breadth of him! and spreading enough linen on his shirt front to make a sail for quite a little vessel. He was almost on top of me, with "Oh, hove flat down on th' Western Banks Was the Bounding Billow, Captain Hanks And " when I hailed him. "Hulloh, if it ain't Joe Buckley. Why, Joey, but aren't you out pretty late to-night? But maybe you're only standing watch for somebody?
I think I ate too heartily of the "side dishes," as the waiter called them. I said to Carrie: "I wish I had put those 'side dishes' ASIDE." I repeated this, but Carrie was busy, packing up the teaspoons we had borrowed of Mrs. Cummings for the party. It was just half-past eleven, and I was starting for the office, when Lupin appeared, with a yellow complexion, and said: "Hulloh!
Norman who had been wandering about, came up at this moment, and seeing Lucien standing by the plant, uttered a joyful "Hulloh!" "Well," inquired Lucien, "what pleases you, coz?" "Why, the flute-stem, of course. You talked of making a soup. It will help you, I fancy." "How?" demanded Lucien. "Why, the young stems are good eating, and the roots, if you will; but the young shoots are better.
And Crayford's eyes, become suddenly sharp and piercing, fixed themselves on the critic's face. "I heard some of it one night in his room at the St. Regis." "Bits of the opera?" "One bit. But there was something else that impressed me enormously almost terrible music." "Oh, that was probably some of his Bible rubbish. But thank the Lord we've got him away from all that. Hulloh, Perkins!
The fire gradually died down until the room grew quite dark. Presently Valentine said: "Hulloh! here is Rip up against my foot. He is cold without the fire, poor little beggar." "Shall we stop?" asked Julian. "Yes; I vote we do for to-night." Valentine struck a match, felt for the knob of the electric light, and turned it on. Julian and he looked at each other, blinking.
In the evening Gowing called, and was full of praise about our party last Wednesday. He said everything was done beautifully, and he enjoyed himself enormously. Gowing can be a very nice fellow when he likes, but you never know how long it will last. For instance, he stopped to supper, and seeing some blanc-mange on the table, shouted out, while the servant was in the room: "Hulloh!
"Your level is not low," he said. "No, perhaps; but, by Jove, it could be, though. If you hadn't been chucked into the world, I often think the devil must have had me altogether. You keep him off. How he must hate you, Val. Hulloh! What's that?" "What?" "Who's that laughing outside? Has Wade got a friend in to-night?" "Not that I know of. I didn't hear anything."
The question is whether an illness does not enable you to discover who are your TRUE friends." I said such an observation was unworthy of him. To make matters worse, in came Gowing, who gave Cummings a violent slap on the back, and said: "Hulloh! Have you seen a ghost? You look scared to death, like Irving in Macbeth." I said: "Gently, Gowing, the poor fellow has been very ill."
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