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You see But there, I presume I should not go into particulars, not yet." "No, no, Mr. Cabot. Of course not, of course not." "No." Cabot had been turning over the leaves of the memorandum book while speaking. "And yet," he went on, "there are one or two names here concerning which you might be able to help us. Pulcifer writes that two of the largest stockholders.... Humph!... Eh?

I used to think this house was dull, and seemed as if it was haunted; but it's lively and gay as can be, compared to Wyncomb." "Humph!" muttered the bailiff. "You're a fanciful young lady, Miss Nell, and don't know a fine substantial old house when you see one. Life's come a little too easy to you, perhaps. It might have been better for you if you'd seen more of the rough side.

Well, even for that I'd undertake to buy consider'ble many dories, and hire fellers to fish from 'em, too. Humph! I guess I'm out of soundin's. When I thought fifteen dollars was a high price for paintin' a view of a house I was slightly mistaken. Next time I'll offer the paintin' feller the house and ask him what he considers a fair boot, besides.

McGuire laughed lightly. "No. That's the one thing I leave off the first possible minute. Some way, I feel as if I was helpin' along the spring." "Humph! Well, I should help along somethin' 'sides spring, I guess, if I did it. Besides, it strikes me rubbers ain't the only thing you're leavin' off." Susan's disapproving eyes had swept now to Mrs. McGuire's unprotected head and shoulders.

The reason he was able to fix the time so accurately was because as soon as he awakened he pressed a little electric button, and it illuminated the face of a small clock on his bureau. The hands pointed to five minutes past twelve. "Humph! That sounds like hail!" exclaimed Tom, as he arose, and looked out of the casement. "I wonder if any of the skylights of the airship shed are open?

I wanted to talk to him, but he scooted in double-quick order." "Humph! We haven't had any tramps here in a long time," came from Randolph Rover. "Where did he go to?" "Down toward the berry patch." "Did you follow him up?" "I did, sir, but he got away from me." "You must keep a close watch for those fellows," said Randolph Rover bluntly.

And as to its being a monkey's head on a fish's tail, that's no concern. It would only make a better gull-trap." "And wait some two years before it arrived? Humph! If that's the only thing that will save me, I shall go to the dogs in spite of the " "Don't swear, Mr. Graves. It's a bad habit, though I am guilty of it myself," the bar-tender said, with vulgar familiarity.

Is that what they call the sheriff now?" "Tag, aren't you ever going to be serious?" demanded Dick, flushing with eagerness. "Not while you go on springing the same old line of fairy tales on me," retorted the other lad. "Is my father, as you call him, as rich as he was yesterday and the day before? Has he still barrels of money that he's waiting to hand me? Money? Humph!

If you were here by the orders of both owners, Jack Benson would fire you ashore for good, just the same, after you've balked at the first order." "Humph! Clang! Jangle! The signal bell was sounding. "Shut up," ordered Eph Somers, briskly. "I've got the engine to run on signal from the watch officer."

Hilliard, a patient has got to be frank with his doctor if the doctor's to do any good. Are you engaged to marry Mrs. Gaylor, the widow of my old client?" "Good Lord, no!" exclaimed Nick, scarlet to his forehead. "Such an idea never entered my head." "Humph! Rumour's wrong, then. But that isn't to say it never entered her head. Does she know Mrs. May?" "No," said Nick. "Surely you're not hinting "