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"Ladies an' genelmen," continued the guide calmly, "in a lil' short while we shall be approached to the town of St. Cloud. At that town of St. Cloud will be one genelman will take the excellen' group fotograff. To appear in that fotograff, you will please all keep together with me. Afterwards, you will look at the fountains, at the magnificent panorama de Paris, and we go on to Versailles.
I thought a lot of Lil, as much almost as if she'd been my own; and lots o' times, when I think of it, I sit up straight, and the thing freezes me; and I want to get Marchand by the scruff of the neck. I got a horse, the worst that ever was so bad I haven't had the heart to ride him or sell him. He's so bad he makes me laugh. There's nothing he won't do, from biting to bolting.
With a pin from the tray on the dresser she fastened the note to Lil's pillow, high up, where she must see it the instant she turned on the light. Then she scuttled down the hall to her room again. She felt the heat terribly. She would sit by the window again. All the blood in her body seemed to be pounding in her head ... pounding in her head ... pounding.... At ten Hugo and Lil came in, softly.
He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact. Li li poo lil chile Blingee pigfoot evly night Payee two shilly... By Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas.
Lil Artha looked at Landy tumbling contentedly into the middle of the old skiff, and seemed on the point of saying something; then he shook his head and picked up the push-pole himself.
Fascinated, Ann walked to the shelter offered. "Will you kiss me?" Betty asked. The kiss was given mutely. "Will you tell Aunt Betty your name?" "Ann." "Ann what?" "Jes' lil' Ann." Then Betty raised her eyes to Lynda's face and smiled at its tragic suffering. "Poor, old Lyn!" she said, "run home to Con. You need him and God knows he needs you.
Near to him, employing all the ingratiatory insinuating arts she knew, and so absorbed in Scraper that she forgot even to direct the procession, was Lil. To her, fawning and whining in such an excess of feeble joy as can be rarely known to dogs or man, came the half-starved, half-drowned creature.
There was a hitch when the question of salary arose. The girl fixed upon $40. Rose thought that amount was too large. Lil adhered to her terms, and was about to leave without having made an agreement, when the manageress called her back, and a contract for a three weeks' engagement was signed at once.
In describing the utter devastation, Jack explained that "all de house and de well was burned" and he had built another house and was coming in on foot "for funituh to funish it." Jack had lost his ox, "a big ox," he said, in the storm, and now he "hadn't any nuther" to plow his ground. He pleaded for another if it was only "a lil' critter it would grow big" and it would help him so much.
Dat's his bestest rubber plant what he tol' me to take partic'lar care of. What will you lil' w'ite childern be up to next, I'm a-wondering?" "Why, Mun Bun!" murmured Russ. "Why, Margy Bunker!" exclaimed Rose. He did not consider the mischief he had done. He was as curious as Vi could possibly have been about an entirely different thing.
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