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"You might as well hand over the money now, Charlie," he retorted without turning, his steely eyes brightening as they rested upon his mount, Endymion, who was fretting at the restraint imposed upon him by the man at his head. "The agreement took care of just such a matter as this; if only one man rides he gets the money."
A miserable, dull hopelessness possessed him. "It's part of the business," he muttered. "Then it's a rotten business," retorted the horseman. "Do you have to do this?" "Somebody has to get the news." "News! Scavenger's filth. See here, Banneker, I'm sorry I roughed you about the whip. But, to ask a man questions about the women of his own family No: I'm damned if I get it."
"Sometimes the devil's advocate wins." "You are not very complimentary to my husband," retorted Hylda, looking him in the eyes, for she was not always sure when he was trying to baffle her. "I'm not so sure of that. He hasn't won his case yet. He has only staved off the great attack. It's coming soon." "What is the great attack? What has the Government, or the Foreign Office, done or left undone?"
As West's a lawyer, Bland's visit to him is, of course, significant; the man knew that letter might have been worth something in hard cash to him, as well as affording him the satisfaction of making things hot for the directors of the company, among whom I was included. He would hardly have parted with it unless he had a strong inducement." "His motives don't concern you," retorted Sylvia.
All at once, however, Rougon, who had seemed to be slumbering, jumped up, and sent for Vuillet. He had just remembered that he had not received the "Gazette." The bookseller made his appearance in a very bad humour. "Well!" Rougon asked him as he took him aside, "what about the article you promised me? I haven't seen the paper." "Is that what you disturbed me for?" Vuillet angrily retorted.
"Of course, I use the language of that country." "Let me hear, then!" retorted M. Segmuller, whose mother-tongue was German.
After it was made up she put it on, and, showing it to her husband, said, "Do not you think it is very beautiful?" The husband, angry at the trick, replied, "Yes, the stuff is very beautiful, but it is put to an unworthy use." "That is what everybody says of me," retorted the Duchess.
"Tattle-tale, tattle-tale!" retorted Tabitha, scornfully. With even greater scorn her friend turned her back, and leaving the house, walked toward the stable. This took her through the old-fashioned, hedge-begirt kitchen garden, in which flowers were grown as if they were vegetables, and vegetables were grown as if they were flowers.
"But they are not my children, those Americans," remonstrated Napoleon, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Well, France isn't the family affair it once was, either," retorted Fouche, "and you'll find it out before long. However, we've got to do the best we can. Swear off your old ways and come out as a man of Peace.
But even that didn't bother me much then! I thought I'd soon get another job just as good." Fanny shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh she said: "I wonder if you'll ever have one 'just as good." "Of course, I will," he said confidently. "When?" "I'm likely to get a good job most any time." "Well, till you do," she retorted, "hang on to the one you have.
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