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"I say, Little Profit," he would say excitedly, lighting and relighting his cigarette; he always made a mess wherever he stood because he used to waste a whole box of matches on one cigarette. "I say, my life is about as beastly as it could be. Every little squirt of a soldier can shout: 'Here guard! Here! I have such a lot in the trains and you know, mine's a rotten life!
And if that girl of mine's in any trouble, it'll be your fault more than anybody's. If you'd stuck to your job and done what I've been paying you wages to do " "You don't have to rub all that in, Mr. Selmer. I guess I know it better than you do. Just because I don't come crying around you with a lot of please-forgive-me stuff, you think I don't give a cuss! Which way did Mary V go?
The breeds nodded again, a trifle less phlegmatically. Perhaps Pete's eyes had begun to gleam, such a gleam as the ptarmigan sees in the eyes of the little weasel, leaping through the snow. "The mine's worth millions more money than you can dream of. Each of you get a sixth one third divided between you. You'll never get more money for one night's work.
I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's full of flaws." "So's everybody's," said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. "Mine's cracked in a hundred places. Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would go on developing in that line. Don't worry over it, Anne.
"The back part of the car is for you youngsters. That reminds me. We don't know each other's names. Mine's Simmons." The other deputy's name proved to be Valden. The boys quickly introduced themselves. Away went the car, over the rough roads. To avoid sending warning too far ahead the lights were turned low. On account of the condition of this rough forest road the speed was slow.
The mine's good, a sound, rich vein, and the labor conditions aren't bad; but there's one fatal defect a car shortage on the only railroad that reaches it. They can't make a penny on their old mine until that's met, and that can't be straightened out for a year, anyhow; and so I shall report against it." "Car shortage," said Miss Severance. "I never should have thought of that.
Just go and have a look at that garniture de cheminee yonder. There's another, something like it, in the castle of Laeken, but mine's much superior in design." I moved accordingly to the other side of that big room. The garniture was very fine. But while pretending to examine it I watched my man going forward to meet a tall visitor, who said, "I thought you would be disengaged so early.
"Indeed, I wish I had a dictionary. Mine's French-English. I asked Clotilde if she had an Italian-English or an Italian-French, and she said yes, but at home. Isn't it provoking? I certainly wasn't going to show this to her, and get her to translate it for me before I'd consulted with you." "Bother!" said Aurora, thoughtfully, with her eyes on the cryptic print.
"I've just been told that a friend of mine's losing like the dickens, in the Cercle Privé, and I'm going to dart across and take out my subscription. I've never done it yet. But it will be worth the hundred francs to stop her, if I can." "Is it Miss Grant?" Vanno did not deliberately put the question, but heard himself asking it. "Why, yes it is," Carleton admitted.
I only anticipate you by about twenty-four hours. Mine's a deathbed repentance." "I'd thought of that," said she reflectively. Presently she added: "Then, it is true." And I knew Sammy had given her some hint that prepared her for my confession. "Yes I can't go blustering through the matrimonial market," replied I. "I've been thrown out. I'm a beggar at the gates."
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