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As for the opposite side, who knows?" "Ah, the opposite side! You think, then," remarked Mr. Smith, musingly, "that if one could but " "Could what?" "Why, turn the moon about-face." "Ah, there's something in that," cried the two men at once. And indeed, so confident was their air, they seemed to have no doubt as to the possibility of success in such an undertaking. "Meanwhile," asked Mr.
P'raps that's why it didn't last long, for only about two months ago she got a divorce from Rice and came back to her family again." "Rice?" queried the stranger. "Was that her husband's name, Stephen Rice?" "I reckon! You knew him?" "Yes, when the tide came up to the tules, yonder," answered the stranger musingly.
The daughter, when I last saw her, said that she had resolved on taking her father on to Boston, in order to try the effects of the discipline of the Massachusetts Insane Hospital upon him, of which she had seen a very favorable report. I encouraged her to go, and my impression is that she is already at the North." "Glenn! Glenn!" said Perkins, half aloud, and musingly, as the doctor ceased.
I don't suppose she has a heart; but I wish her vanity might be wounded in a way that would teach her a lesson never to be forgotten." "It certainly would be a well-deserved retribution," said Ackland, musingly. "Jack, you are the one, of all the world, to administer the punishment. I don't believe a woman's smiles ever quickened your pulse one beat."
"Have the diggers frightened you?" "No" with a gesture of contempt. "Have you and Waya quarreled?" "Nary" with a faint, tremulous smile. He still stared at her, and then dropped his blue eyes musingly. "Are you lonely here? Would you rather go to San Jose?"
"I've been living here for some time, but that wasn't for publication, so I kept my other room, and had my mail go there as usual. Silvia desired it." "She hasn't left any stone unturned," he said musingly. "I wonder what was in that letter!" "Oh, she has told you, then?" Carroll asked. "About Mrs. Bell's letter to her?
There was an eternal fitness in the whole scheme of things in which this glorious creature of the senses lived and moved and had her being. "I suppose," he began musingly, "I ought, as a patriotic citizen of the Republic, to condemn the enormous waste of wealth you have made here to-night." "Yes," she answered quietly.
There might have been no meaning in it, but the little dressmaker here removed one of her supporting hands from her chin, and musingly turned the Honourable Mrs T. with her face to the company. That done, she fell into her former attitude.
"Norwich?" repeated the farmer musingly; "I do n't know exactly where it be, sir, but it 's somewhere away to the south." "Thank you," said the Man in the Moon. But stop! I must not call him the Man in the Moon any longer, for of course he was now out of the moon; so I 'll simply call him the Man, and you 'll know by that which man I mean.
Then, with a queerly whimsical smile, he said musingly: "To marry the girl with the golden hair and purse? Not such a terrible fate to look forward to, after all! She would demand a great deal, and I should have to keep the brakes on. Still that would do me no harm! You look as though you had been down a sulphur mine. Come, cheer up all may yet be well." Suddenly he laughed out loud.
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