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Ah, I remember. . . . I came here last week to buy some castor-oil. There's a chemist here with a sour face and the jawbone of an ass! Such a jawbone, my dear fellow! It must have been a jawbone like that Samson killed the Philistines with." "M'yes," said the big one in a bass voice. "The pharmacist is asleep. And his wife is asleep too. She is a pretty woman, Obtyosov." "I saw her.
If it's going to be a success, it'll be a success; if it's going to be a failure, my feeling nervous won't help things." "M'yes. I like you better when you're less philosophical and more human. I suppose you're simply flooded with telegrams and letters of good wishes. Darling, I'm so excited! If it doesn't go well of course, it isn't a good play; I've never said that, have I?"
"Scarcely any. . . . The peasants settled at their meeting that they would pay, every man of them, thirty kopecks a year; but that's only a promise, you know! And for the first beginning we should need at least two hundred roubles. . . ." "M'yes. . . . Unhappily, I have not that sum now," said Kunin with a sigh. "I spent all I had on my tour and got into debt, too.
Now that the girl's disappeared, it'll only attract attention." "My sweet child," retorted Melchard, "that letter is a masterpiece. I did leave a notebook behind. Legarde and Morneaux, besides swearing to it themselves, would bring a dozen others, all most respectable men, to say that I did not leave Paris until the twenty-second, the day after to-morrow." "H'm!" said the woman. "M'yes, perhaps.
Jellicoe's passionless tone that disturbed the inspector exceedingly, for he turned to Thorndyke and said in a low tone: "I wonder what his game is? He can't get away, you know." "There are several possibilities," said Thorndyke. "M'yes," said Badger, stroking his chin perplexedly. "After all, is there any objection? His statement might save trouble, and you'd be on the safe side.
"We have all been there." We paused a moment, while I puffed smoke at the photograph again. "Well," I said at last, "her face looks to me really simple and nice. It is a good face. Do you see her often?" "Oh, no; she's on tour." "In the provinces?" "M'yes; just at present, at Scarborough." "But she writes to you?" "Every day."
He awoke to hear a well-known voice observe with some unction: 'Ah! M'yes. Leeches and hot fomentations. This effectually banished sleep. If there were two things in the world that he loathed, they were leeches and hot fomentations, and the School doctor apparently regarded them as a panacea for every kind of bodily ailment, from a fractured skull to a cold in the head.
It means that in future we can play at boats without any fear of interruption." "M'yes," said Dot. "It's not the very devil of a game, is it? Been over the house yet? I must say it does look nice, now all the cleaning and decorating's finished. Albert and Hector both noticed it." "Yes, very nice. I suppose you and Dash would like to be getting dinner for me." "That's what we're panting after.
He had come to Guernsey to learn by personal observation what chances tomato growing held out to a young man in a hurry to get rich. "Tomato growing?" I echoed dubiously. And then, to hide a sense of bathos, "People have made it pay. Of course, they work very hard." "M'yes," said James without much enthusiasm. "But I fancy," I added, "the life is not at all unpleasant."
Jellicoe's passionless tone that disturbed the inspector exceedingly, for he turned to Thorndyke and said in a low tone: "I wonder what his game is? He can't get away, you know." "There are several possibilities," said Thorndyke. "M'yes," said Badger, stroking his chin perplexedly. "After all, is there any objection? His statement might save trouble, and you'd be on the safe side.
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