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"Experience?" queried Dorothy, her head turned to one side in a half-contemplative attitude. "Experience? Of course that is the only way we learn anything." John again sprang to his feet, and again he sat down beside the girl. He had so recently received forgiveness for his own sins that he dared not be unforgiving toward Dorothy.
It seemed to Tom as if this cruel sore might have been caused by the chain dragging behind him and perhaps catching on the ground as he fled. "The French didn't put that on?" he queried, rather puzzled. The soldier shook his head. "Herr General," said he. "Not the Americans?" "Herr General gun."
"What will become of the family, I wonder?" queried Mrs. Crane. "It was bad enough to lose the money, but now that Graystone's gone, I do not see what them two helpless women are going to do?" "Live on their connections, most likely," snapped little Mrs. Brown, "of course they won't work." "No, I do not believe that," was the reply. "They are too independent.
"Yes, sir," I said brightly. It was kind of him to ask questions to which I could honestly answer in the affirmative. I did occasionally do some work. "Mr. Fillet?" queried Salome, desiring the housemaster to have his say.
"Gee! it's great to laugh.... Why, I've not heard from home for a month!" "Dorn, will you beat it so I can spring this one?" queried Owens. "Sure," replied Dorn, amiably, as he started away. "I suppose you think me one of these I-dare-you-to-make-me-laugh sort of chaps." "Forget her, Dorn come out of it!" chirped up Rogers.
"How do those other fellows commence?" he mentally queried, and he again carefully read and examined the opening paragraphs of two or three tales that had pleased him. They seemed to commence and go forward very easily and naturally. Why could not he do the same? To his dismay he found that he could not.
"After all, I don't believe there is any such place or people," declared Doubting Thomas, nodding his head vigorously. "Is that so?" mildly queried our good friend, Waldo. "Let me give you a little pointer, old man. Once upon a time, a man by the name of John Smith was being tried for stealing a fat hog.
"So far as theory goes," he said, "I think you have a fairly good idea of it, although here and there you made some statements showing the need of a good deal of practical work with mussels. But, since you seem to have a general idea of the anatomy and physiology, I think I will put you in as Dr. Edelstein's assistant." "What is he doing, sir?" queried Colin.
Had he seen it all he might have guessed at the rest of our plans and our rivals, the International people, would have been able to get ahead of us. They are always on the alert to take the ideas of other concerns. But I think I'll beat them this time." "So we are to go West; eh?" queried Mr. DeVere.
Truttidius was beating copper wire, a process always fascinating to watch. "I've had an awful time in the country with Aunt Septima," Brinnaria chatted, "and I had an awful scare before they sent me to the country. Daddy threatened to make me a Vestal." "In place of Rabulla?" Truttidius queried, glancing up. "Yes," Brinnaria answered, "but I got off; my, but I was scared though."
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