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Try shootin' anything fresh across when she's wrappin' a pound of mixed chocolates and you'll get a quick one back from Mirabelle. Probably a quizzin', twisty smile, too that sends you off kiddin' yourself that you're quite a gay bird when you really cut loose, and where's the harm once in a while? You know the kind. But to think that Vincent should be fallin' for Mirabelle.
Couldn't have been much more than a flicker of a smile at that. But them keen old eyes of his don't miss much that's going on, even when he seems to be in a trance. He turns quick and gives me one of them quizzin' stares. "Funny, isn't it, son," says he, "that I should still be called Dear Old Pal by the most fascinating woman in the world?"
She was winkin' both eyes hard to hold the brine back, and her under lip was trembly; but she was keepin' her chin up brave and steady. She'd turned to go when she swings around. "Please, Sir," says she, "where does one go when one is tired?" "Why, Sis," says I sort of quizzin', "what's the matter with home?" "But if one has no home?" she comes back at me solemn.
Peyton's someone she can practice on, too, and no harm done. He's case hardened." "Really," says Vee, lookin' him over. "Admits it himself," says I. "Oh, well, then!" says Vee, with one of her quizzin' smiles. And at first it looked like Peyton was about to qualify as an all-'round exempt. He barely seemed to see Lucy Lee.
In fact, almost before the honors are done they turns their backs on me and drifts to the piano once more. "Do play that 'Try-trimmer-Träumerei' thing again," urges Miss Ull, and begins to hum it as Westy proceeds to bang it out. But there's Vee, her wheat-colored hair fluffin' about her seashell ears and her big gray eyes watchin' me sort of quizzin' and impish. "Well, Mr.
"Considerin' Lester," says I, "that's more or less of a compliment." "I am not so sure of that," says Miss Joyce. "You see, he was quite frank about it. He he said I had no style or zipp about me. Well, I'm afraid it's true." "Even so," says I, "it was sweet of him to throw it at you, wasn't it?" She indulges in a sketchy, quizzin' smile.
"Just William H. Dorsett," says he. "You do it well," says I. He allows the off corner of his mouth to loosen up again, and for a second his deep-set brown eyes steady down as he gives me the once-over. Kind of an amused, quizzin' look it is, but more or less foxy. He crosses his legs and hitches up his chair confidential.
"But yuh been to see her? What she say about it?" "Huh! She was askin' me if I knowed where it was. But that was just a blind to put me off'n the track an' she probably wanted to make sure no one else had found it. She was quizzin' that Pettis girl, too, makin' sure Ike hadn't told her nothin'." "Yuh may be right," admitted Snake again. "God-dlemighty! Yuh reckon she'll find it?"
But, if I know Miss Prentice at all, she will pay him back for that little prank." "Now you've said something!" says I. "And Valentina," he adds reflectively, "is on her way back to Sand Spur, is she?" "I expect that's where she belongs," says I; "and yet " "Well, yet what?" demands Mr. Robert, sort of quizzin'.
"I mean a French chef," said the polite guest. "O yes, your lordship," again said the lady. "Does your artist say he's a Frenchman, Mrs. B.?" called out Wagg. "Well, I'm sure I don't know," answered the publisher's lady. "Because, if he does, he's a quizzin yer," cried Mr. Wagg; but nobody saw the pun, which disconcerted somewhat the bashful punster. "The dinner is from Griggs, in St.
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