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"We'll make it as pleasant as we can for you, sir," continued the detective, "if you and the lady'll go back on the ship with us. We'll give him the liberty of the ship as soon as we're well away from land. We'd consider it our duty to watch him, of course; but we'd try to do it so's not to give offense we've got hearts, though we are in this business.
And by and by Santa goes to sleep; and Doc feels her forehead; and he says to me: 'You're not such a bad febrifuge. But you'd better slide out now; for the diagnosis don't call for you in regular doses. The little lady'll be all right when she wakes up. "I seen old McAllister outside. 'She's asleep, says I. 'And now you can start in with your colander-work.
"I'm glad to see you're safe, anyway, Mr. Moneylaws and your mother and your young lady'll be glad too." "They will that, Mr. Smeaton," I said. "I'm much obliged to you." "You think that man really meant you to drown?" he asked. "What would you think yourself, Mr. Smeaton?" I replied. "Besides didn't I see his face as he got himself and his yacht away from me? Yon man is a murderer!"
He turned the cigar in his mouth, and his tic suddenly became very apparent. "And what am I to do?" asked Alston. "When I get to Djen-anne, I'll open out at once, come right to business. You stop here. As likely as not the little lady'll come back in the car to take you for a spin. If she does, keep her out till late. You can tell her a good bit depends on it." "Very well."
"I declare, I wish it hadn't happened so," he said, good-naturedly. "But the old lady'll get over it. You buy her a nice bright little nickel clock that'll strike the half-hours, and she'll be tickled to death to watch it." Amanda turned away and walked out of the house. "Here," called Chapman, "come back and get your money!" But she hurried on.
Old Jamie came halting up to me yesterday, and ventured to suggest his Mercy might be invited to the dancing-class Mrs. Bowdoin is having for the children." "Whew!" said Mr. Bowdoin. "The old lady'll never stand it." "Never in the world," said Mr. James. "Upon my word, I don't know why not, though!" "I'm afraid she does, though!" "I'll ask her, anyhow.
Dance this one," said Talbot rising. "Don't know how," replied Johnny gloomily, his eyes on the receding figure of Mercedes. "The lady'll show you. Come along!" Talbot bowed gravely to the young girl, who arose enchanted. Johnny, with his natural grace and courtesy, offered his arm to the other. She took it with a faintly aloof and indifferent smile, and descended the step with him.
"Huh! wolves again!" exclaimed the stock-raiser, with a frown. "Sure thing, sir," Frank went on. "We saw a heap of signs that told us our old friend, Sallie, with the broken tooth, had been on the job again. But that was the last of our beef the old lady'll ever taste, or anybody else's, for that matter." "What's that?
The light keeper, quite unaware that his unfortunate misapprehension of the relationship between his guests might be embarrassing, was doing his best to make us feel at home. "Take off your boots, Mr. Paine," he urged. "The old lady'll fetch you a pair of my slippers and some socks in a minute. She'll make your wife comf'table, too. She's a great hand at makin' folks comf'table.
"It's not surprising," said Faraday, coldly. "I'm not so dead sure of that. But I can tell you the old lady'll be wild about this." "Does Mrs. Ryan like him so much?" said the visitor, still coldly. "All women like a lord, and Mrs. Ryan ain't different from the rest of her sex. She's dead stuck on Gen marrying him. I'm not myself, Jack. I'm no Anglomaniac; an American's good enough for me.
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