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"But this is sorcery, my dear fellow. You must have been dreaming. It was, of course, some illusion." "Illusion!" repeated Esperance, impatiently, "I tell you that I heard the words distinctly." "Then it was some one who, seeing you buried in thought, played this wretched joke." "That may be, but there was a tone of sincerity in the voice that struck me." "But there is no sense in the words.
"I do," growled the rich culprit. "He is the fellow that saved a man's life down at Haddock Ledge; a man he hadn't been introduced to, who gave him a pile of money for the job, but didn't give him his name." "But, Captain Shivernock, you said you gave him some money, and you didn't tell us what you gave it to him for," added Beardsley. "That was my joke." "We do not see the point of it."
There was an old fellow, with a round, ruddy face, and a night-cap under his hat, the village wit, who took several occasions to crack a joke with him in the hearing of his companions, to whom he would turn and wink hard when Master Simon had passed.
But this is carrying the joke too far. To write such a letter to you! Why didn't he write to me? Why didn't he ask me to appoint a friend to represent me in the arrangement proposed?" "He understood himself and the case entirely," replied Mr. Delancy. "Believing that you had abandoned him " "He didn't believe any such thing!" exclaimed Irene, in strong excitement.
"Hit sure is. But say, dolly, if you was ever t' shoot me with that there, an' I found hit out, I'd sure be powerful mad. You hear me, now, an' don't you pack that gun no more; not in these mountains. Hit ain't safe." The fellow in the wagon roared with delight at these witticisms, and looked from Young Matt to Sammy to see if they also appreciated the joke.
And he rubbed his hands in delight at the joke, when he thought of his chief's face; while upstairs lay the body of the dead old woman, with the servant asleep beside it. But Madame Caravan grew thoughtful, as if she were preoccupied by something which she did not care to mention, and at last she said: "Your mother had given you her clock, had she not the girl playing at cup and ball?"
This monologue brought her as far as the front door, at which, it may be added, she though by no means impatient did in point of fact ring twice before the man-servant answered it. Although Mr. Hordle had the reputation of "being fond of his joke" in private life, in his official capacity his manner offered a model of middle-aged sedateness and restraint.
You'll be 'Señor Martini Johnini Arkwrightino'! By the way, you didn't say what that 'M. J. really did stand for," hinted Calderwell, shamelessly. "'Merely Jokes' in your estimation, evidently," shrugged the other. "But my going isn't a joke, Calderwell. I'm really going. And I'm going to work." "But how shall you manage?" "Time will tell." Calderwell frowned and stirred restlessly in his chair.
But he would not see the joke; he got graver and more earnest, and insisted, saying that our fate, his and mine, hung on that hour, and that not a soul must overhear what he had to say. The top of the door was too high to whisper through, so there was nothing for it but to ask Papias for the key; however, he did not know where he had put it.
She was very frightened, a cold sweat broke out over her face. If Mrs. Blakeston got hold of her she would be helpless, she was so small and weak, while the other was strong and muscular. Liza wondered what she would do if she did catch her. That night she told Jim, and tried to make a joke of it. 'I say, Jim, your missus she says she's goin' ter give me socks if she catches me. 'My missus!
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