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"Oh, no! not the resemblance to Mr. Pearson. I didn't mean that. The resemblance to his more famous namesake. Surely you notice it now." The captain shook his head. "I I'm afraid I'm thick-headed, ma'am," he admitted. "I'm out of soundin's." "But the nose, and his beard, and his manner. Don't they remind you of the English Dickens?" "O-oh!" Captain Elisha inspected the great man with interest.
Beatrice, Francie, and Linda opened the hamper all three together, then with a delighted "O-Oh!" of satisfaction drew out six beautiful bunches of purple grapes. Ingred, finishing her cup of tea, choked and coughed. She knew those grapes well. They grew in the vinery at Rotherwood, and had been the pride of her father and of the head-gardener.
"I think they got throwed overboard, one by one, sir." "One by one!" Madden stared at the solemn faced fellow. Farnol nodded stolidly. "Just so, sir." "You mean ?" "The plague, sir." "O-oh!" The American stared around the deck with new eyes. Greer's explanation struck home with a certain convincingness. The mere thought of disease-laden surroundings filled him with alarm.
"How long was you holdin' that contraption up over me?" "O-oh," she debated with herself, "a long, long time. I thought you would never wake up." "And I thought you was a fairy when I first seen you." He felt elated at his contribution to the conversation. "No, not a fairy," she smiled. He thrilled in a strange, numb way at the immaculate whiteness of her small even teeth.
"Do you know what we're fighting about, Farley, old man?" asked Dave very quietly. "No; of course not." "It's a personal matter." "O-oh!" "It's a matter in which I can't accept an imitation whipping." "But surely you don't expect to whip Treadwell in your present condition?" "I very likely shall get a thorough trouncing," smiled Darrin. "I told you it was a personal matter," laughed Dave softly.
And he's pleasanter than Mitchy." "You mean because he doesn't want to marry you?" It was as if she had not heard that Nanda continued: "Well, he's more beautiful." "O-oh!" cried Mrs. Brook, with a drawn-out extravagance of comment that amounted to an impugnment of her taste even by herself. It contributed to Nanda's quietness. "He's one of the most beautiful people in the world."
"How long was you holdin' that contraption up over me?" "O-oh," she debated with herself, "a long, long time. I thought you would never wake up." "And I thought you was a fairy when I first seen you." He felt elated at his contribution to the conversation. "No, not a fairy," she smiled. He thrilled in a strange, numb way at the immaculate whiteness of her small even teeth.
carolled the leading cowboy; and the bunch, not to seem faint-hearted, chimed in again: "Reladin to reladin, and reladin to relate!" Now they were verging toward the sensational part of the ballad, the place where a real gentleman would quit, but Lightfoot only tossed his head defiantly. "O-Oh " he began, and then he stopped with his mouth open.
He sprang to his knees and cast his arms about her neck, but she was too quick, and his kiss was lost in air. He flashed a resentful surprise, but she shook her head, holding his wasted wrists, and said, "N-no, no, my Johnnie, not even you; not Fannie Halliday, o-oh no!" She laughed. "Some one's coming!" she whispered. It was Judge March. His adieus were very grateful. He called her a blessing.
"O-oh, what a blessed little mother you are! What should I do without you?" "Mother's darling daughter! What should she do without you?" said Mrs. Breynton, softly. But not softly enough. Gypsy looked up suddenly and saw a pale face peering out at them from behind the curtain, its great eyes swimming in tears, its lips quivering. The next minute Joy left the room.
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