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There should be one, I know. Master Dryden says so, and he knows all about Virgil." "Poof," said I. "If old Bloggs heard you, he'd tingle to thrash you black and blue." "He couldn't now I've got my breath again," she laughed. "I'm glad of that. Let me explain. Here is a ladder of notches in the wall, left and right alternately. Feel for them."
"A big ruby of perfect colour and without flaw, remember, he said its like did not exist, is of all stones the most precious. Diamonds, poof! This ruby was worth a score of great diamonds." "And if my father had with him so wonderful a stone," urged Jack on Mr. Lane, "is it not almost certain that someone has learned of its existence? and again I say that he has met with foul play."
"Old Bloggs taught you the silly rigmarole you men call logic, but he didn't teach you woman's logic, that's plain. Don't you see what I've made you do, Master Wheatman?" "Not yet, Mistress Waynflete." "Poof, slow-coach! I've made you admit that you were going to say 'cross' but altered it, too late, to 'grave." "You outrun me with your nimble and practised wit," said I, smiling.
"Well, was it still too light for you to venture?" asked Archie. "Poof!" ejaculated the lad. "Ketch hold 'ere, sir;" and he thrust the pistol-butt-like handle of a kris into his companion's hand. "Sound as a top, sir. Ain't that prime! Don't I wish he had had a mate, so that I could have got two!" "But he will miss it as soon as he wakes," exclaimed Archie.
It seemed to me for a few glorious moments that I had only to tell them of the wonders in our country, the pleasant, quiet roads, the comfortable farmhouses, the fertile fields, and the wooded hills and, poof! all this crowded poverty would dissolve and disappear, and they would all come to the country and be as happy as I was.
"Yes, for if it were right," she sighed, her brows meeting thoughtfully, "such well-meaning persons as the Barnetts would not have to live as they do and bring helpless children into the world." "Things do seem rather uneven," Mostyn admitted, lamely, "but you know really that we ought to have a law that would keep such couples from marrying." "Poof!"
As for me, poof! I would not recognize him again if he came to see me a thousand nights in succession. Once I saw a very tiny boy in the stalls. He was with his mother and father. I danced for zat child of six. When he is a very, very old man he will look back over the years and see me dancing still, always the same whirling, dazzling thing that filled his little eyes and soul with wonder. So!
It's a cold, cold night, and the fog clings so. As Miss Abbey helped her to turn her chair, her loosened bonnet dropped on the floor. 'Why, what lovely hair! cried Miss Abbey. 'And enough to make wigs for all the dolls in the world. What a quantity! 'Call THAT a quantity? returned Miss Wren. 'Poof!
And that, too, after each had told him quite plainly that if he would just remove himself entirely from their ken they could go on living happily! Just because he had happened to meet these two girls under exceptional circumstances was no justification for placing them on pedestals. King Solomon had the right idea. Poof! the seven seas were full of fish!
"You may call it that, but you have repeatedly sworn in my presence, have ordered me harshly about, have even arranged this affair without first consulting me. If this be your manner before marriage, what brand of brutality could I expect after?" "Poof! I may be quick-tempered; perhaps we are neither of us angels, but you choose a poor time for a quarrel. Come, Billie, let's kiss and make up.