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He meditated into his beer-glass a moment, then laughed with reassurance. "No man could get that dog away from me. You see, I'd kill the man first. I'd just up an' tell 'm, as I'm tellin' you now, I'd kill 'm first. An' he'd believe me, as you're believin' me now. You know I mean it. So'd he know I meant it. Why, that dog . . . "
"Don't hold anything against him, Alex. He is a good fellow. And don't be jealous, you bad, dirty, lovable crank. He still thinks you are a Canadian." "He never thinks. He fancies." She laughed. "Yes, you are jealous. It is silly of you, but agreeable. I did not know you could be." "Now, let's be serious. You can't stay here. I must insist on your going away, dear, for your own sake, for our sake!
There are one or two other little things like forest fires, floods and brigands " "Help!" murmured Philip. "Can you add anything to that?" demanded Diane politely. Philip laughed. Diane, delicately sarcastic, was irresistible. "There is the bullet " he reminded gravely. "Please!" begged Diane faintly. Philip flushed with a sense of guilt.
And don't they call 'em that because maybe they live in banks and haven't any tails so they won't get shut in a door? Will you answer that question, Grandpa?" "Really, Laddie boy, I should say there were almost a dozen questions there!" laughed Grandpa Ford. "But I'll answer only one now. About the cats. There is a kind called Manx, and that sounds like banks, I suppose.
"If I can't, I'll save on something else," returned the jocose philanthropist. "What if your aunt shouldn't like the kind of soap?" queried Rebecca nervously. "My aunt always likes what I like," he returned "Mine doesn't!" exclaimed Rebecca "Then there's something wrong with your aunt!" "Or with me," laughed Rebecca. "What is your name, young lady?" "Rebecca Rowena Randall, sir."
She laughed harshly and pulled her dressing-gown closer about her. It was cold in here. "I suppose I'd better tell Théo the truth or, no, just that I've changed my mind. No, I can't do that, for I'd never see him again. I want to see him; there's no danger; he'll never suspect me."
If you wish to get that English gentleman in the Home Office to do anything for you, make him believe you are a millionaire; you will see whether he will do anything then for you or not." He laughed merrily at that. "A millionaire! Why, I haven't a sixpence. My father is only a private coachman at Tunbridge Wells."
For through that mask she read the dominance, the driving force, the courage of this versatile, unconquerable man. "Well," suddenly laughed Stern, with a strange accent in his voice, "well then, here goes for the operator in the Eiffel Tower, eh?" Again he glanced keenly, in the failing light, at the apparatus there before him.
"The hinges! the hinges, fool!" he yelled. I could not see his face, but I felt that it was red to bursting. "When you have done laughing, idiot!" he cried. But the helmet swayed so oddly on his shoulders, his voice came from out it in such strange tones, that the more he gesticulated, the more he yelled and threatened me, the louder I laughed.
The sentry at post three, doubtless having a vein of humor or finding any variation of his tedious duty agreeable, dwelt in his turn long and almost lovingly over the "er-well," making it sound "e-e-er-well." "How you like that?" he called, in a guarded tone, and receiving no answer, laughed: "Then go ter hell with yer perlite manners."
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