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Yet it was real, and it hurt. He had come to New York thinking of Sylvia, yearning for Sylvia. He had come to New York with one desire: to find Sylvia. And the first pretty woman that had come across his path had sent Sylvia clean out of his head. There could be no question of that.
Why not simply refer to her as the pink tam-o'-shanter or, better still and more briefly, the P.T.S.? That may stand for pink tam-o'-shanter, or the Person That Smiles, she smiles a great deal, or or almost anything." "It also stands," said Hutchins, with a sniff, "for Pretty Tall Story."
Why, I'm beginning to feel great! Say, do you know I felt a new muscle in the small of my back this morning? They are coming out on me like a rash." "That's the Larsen Exercises. They develop the whole body." "Well, you're a pretty good advertisement for them if they need one. What were you before you came to me a prize-fighter?"
"What is all this?" she asked breathlessly. Jean released the hand, which bore the mark of his violence in a drop of blood, and got to his feet. Gabrielle, panting and holding the wounded hand against her bosom, leant against the gate for support. "I want to speak to you; I must," cried Jean. "Here's pretty manners!" shrilled the maid-servant.
In the meantime had occurred a very pretty incident which is now one of the stock stories in the ward-rooms of British and American sea-fighters in European waters. It seems that not long before the destroyers were due to arrive Captain Edward R. G. R. Evans, C.B., who was second in command of the Scott Antarctic Expedition, came up the Thames on board his battered destroyer, the Broke.
"Very well; I am quite satisfied. Mrs Baggett is a good woman. She can do something beyond lying on a sofa and reading novels, while her good looks fade away. It is simply because a woman is pretty and weak that she is made so much of, and is encouraged to neglect her duties. By God's help I will not neglect mine. Do not go to London."
What would you say to an artist who painted dramatic battle-scenes, but made all the soldiers' faces as pretty as he could and adorned with sweet smiles?
"Oh, Miss Hampden," she exclaimed, with a suspicion of a pretty foreign accent "don't speak of it, please, I realized your trying situation, and thought I knew something of the cause that provoked it."
If he wanted to see you so much, why didn't he come over here?" "That isn't Peter John's way," laughed Will. "I promised to go, so I think I'll run over for a minute. I'll be back pretty soon." "If you need me let me know," called Foster as Will departed, and he then at once resumed his task.
The date-palm seems to flourish at Bordighera, which is said to have the monopoly of supplying these graceful branches to Rome, for the Church ceremonies at Easter-time. Savona was the largest town passed on our route. It has a very fine Cathedral, and was at one time a considerable port. A little further eastward on the coast is Pegli, a pretty little seaside place, fast growing into favour.
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