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Suppose the little thing brought back that Mrs. Freeland, the lady who always went about in blue, without a hat! Phew! Mr. Freeland he was another sort; a bit off, certainly harmless, quite harmless! But that lady! And he entered the cottage. The woman was washing up; seemed a sensible body.
A hyaena or jackal has started laughing outside phew! what an eerie laugh mad as can be what horrid humour! I have mentioned a lady's husband was taken away from her and eaten by a tiger lately, somewhere about this country, so we begin to feel quite in medias res, though far from the madding town. To-morrow we drive to our shoot start at six! To drive in dumbies, about eight miles.
Next Wednesday just a week from to- day we will go to the house of a discreet friend of mine where a minister will marry us; then we will go to City Hall and get through the legal part of it. Afterwards, we can catch the four o'clock train for Buffalo. Meet me in the ladies' room at the Holland House Wednesday morning at 11 a.m. I will come there with a closed cab. Your devoted "Phew!"
To their unsuspecting minds, Bob Harding was a fellow-countryman in difficulty, and they treated him accordingly. "Phew!" remarked Harding, slipping his reins over his arm, and following Mr. Merrill within the stockade, "I had a tough time getting away from those insurrectos." The remark had just the effect he intended it should have. Mr. Merrill regarded him with astonishment.
That's what I want to know. Hang the man who's responsible for this mess! Gol-ding t' wush phew." His soliloquy on the brink of the quarry hole ended abruptly when with a snort the elephant shot a trunk full of water out of the darkness, bowling the little man over and drenching every thing and everybody. "Kill t' beast!
So they talked while the two drunkards groaned and tossed, the stench of this travellers' bedroom growing every moment more unbearable. Finally the waiter returned. "Not gone to bed yet," he exclaimed. "Phew! This is a beauty to-night, a pair of beauties. Ain't it a wonder their insides don't poison 'em?"
"Mine's Outfield West. The fellows call me 'Out' West. My home's in Pleasant City, Iowa. You come from Maine, don't you?" "Yes; Marchdale. It's just a corner store and a blacksmith shop and a few houses. We've lived there our family, I mean for over a hundred years." "Phew!" whistled West. "Dad's the oldest settler in our county, and he's been there only forty years. Great gobble!
"Have you met his wife?" Jack Osborne inquired carelessly, as he lit a long cigar. "Phew! Yes. I should say so. One of the most gloriously beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. She was on board with him, and I believe everybody on the ship was head over ears in love with her. I know I was." "Ah, that settles it," Easterton said. "My man is a bachelor."
A black dog ran towards him and snarled. He struck it with a rod of willow, and it went away whining. At midnight the witches came flying through the air like bats. 'Phew! they cried, as they lit upon the ground, 'there is some one here we know not! and they sniffed about, and chattered to each other, and made signs. Last of all came the young Witch, with her red hair streaming in the wind.
"Ay, and he knows it himself as well as we do; but he is growing bolder and bolder through that monstrous claim he is ever threatening to push the claim of his son-in-law to be rightful Lord of Chad! Phew! he will find it hard to prove that claim, or to oust the present lord. But Mortimer has money and to spare, and Chad has long been to him what Naboth's vineyard was to King Ahab
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