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Klem has no idea of my name as to Mr. Klem he has no idea of anything and only knows me as her good gentleman. Thus, if doubtful whether I am in my room or no, Mrs. Klem taps at the door and says, 'Is my good gentleman here? Or, if a messenger desiring to see me were consistent with my solitude, she would show him in with 'Here is my good gentleman. I find this to be a generic custom.
"Who be you young fellows?" asked Isaac Klem curiously. "I am Dick Rover, and these are my brothers Tom and Sam. We belong to the cadets of Putnam Hall." "The young sodgers up to Bass Lake?" "Yes." "I see. Well, it was gritty o' you to face my bull, and I give ye credit for it. My name's Isaac Klem, and thet's my farm over yonder.
Klem and their bed will be at that time, passes human knowledge; but my hatter hermitage will then know them no more, nor will it then know me.
Well did they know that presently there would come to the ground a furry mass with sharp claws and teeth, on which they were expected to leap and finish with a few bites directed either at the throat or the backbone. "Watch out dar!" came in a thrilling tone from above. Klem was now close upon the coon, which had retreated further out on the limb.
"You're right, Klem," said the major, upon looking closely; "see, boys, you can detect the yellow gleam of his eyes as he watches us; but not a blessed movement does he make. Hey, Klem, you saw him first, and it's your chance to climb up and knock him out." The negro hardly waited for permission, knowing the rules under which his master usually hunted at night.
But, I have all this time been coming to the point, that the happy nature of my retirement is most sweetly expressed in its being the abode of Love. It is, as it were, an inexpensive Agapemone: nobody's speculation: everybody's profit. The Klem species are incapable of the softer emotions; probably, in that low nomadic race, the softer emotions have all degenerated into flue.
"Is them gals hurt?" demanded the farmer. "I don't think so. But they are pretty well out of breath and scared." "Don't know how the pesky critter got loose," said Isaac Klem. "First thing I see he was after them gals lickety-split. I was out hayin', and I didn't wait, but picked up a pitchfork and a rope and run." "The girls lost their hats," said Sam, who had also come up.
Even the Alliance knew about it; that's how Klem heard of it." "Well, Conn couldn't just walk into the secret files and read whatever he wanted to. Just because he couldn't find anything " "Don't tell me about security!" Klem Zareff snorted. "Certainly they still have it classified; staff-brass'd rather lose an eye than declassify anything.
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