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Speak to the poor devil, Fielding," he added quickly, in a low tone. Fielding turned in his saddle. "Seven's the hour," he said, and rode on. "Thanks, you fellows," said the Lost One, and walked swiftly away. As they rode to the Amenhotep Dicky did not speak, but once he turned round to look after the outcast, who was shambling along the bank of the canal.
That appeared to be the last thing about which they had anything to say. I addressed myself to one of the two warders, who, I suspected from certain latent indications in their faces, knew pretty well what all this stir was worth. 'Do you know, said I, as we walked along the passage, 'what felony was Number Twenty Seven's last "folly"? The answer was that it was a Bank case.
'Yes, said Lord Almeric, gloating with flushed face on the blind backs of the cards as they lay in a long row before him. 'Draw away! 'Then here's for a wife and five thousand a year! cried Pomeroy. 'One, two, three oh, hang and sink the cards! he continued with a violent execration, as he flung down the card he had drawn. 'Seven's the main! I have no luck! Now, Mr. Parson, get on!
Muir wired half an hour ago: 'Floods on the Ramgunga. Look out. Well, that gives us one, two nine and a half for the flood to reach Melipur Ghaut and seven's sixteen and a half to Lataoli say fifteen hours before it comes down to us." "Curse that hill-fed sewer of a Ramgunga!
Muir wired half an hour ago: 'Floods on the Ramgunga. Look out. Well, that gives us one, two nine and a half for the flood to reach Melipur Ghaut and seven's sixteen and a half to Lataoli say fifteen hours before it comes down to us." "Curse that hill-fed sewer of a Ramgunga!
"I'd gather them about me," mused Sidney Burgoyne, dreamily, her eyes on the sky, a whimsical smile playing about her mouth, "I'd gather all seven together " "Oh, you've come down to seven?" chuckled Mrs. Brown. "Well, seven's a good Biblical number," Mrs.
There are innumerable rhymes as to the signification of numbers where magpies are concerned, but the most complete I have heard runs thus: "One's joy, two's grief, Three's marriage, four's death, Five's heaven, six is hell, Seven's the devil his own sel'."
If they do, they must have lungs and air passages, of course. Think of an angel with the influenza, and nothing but a cloud for a handkerchief!" This is a good instance of the way in which Number Seven's squinting brain works. You will now and then meet just such brains in heads you know very well. Their owners are much given to asking unanswerable questions.
"Three times seven's twenty-one, ain't it?" Mr. Fleming said this, and let out his elbow in a small perplexity, as Anthony took him up: "And fifty-two times twenty-one?" "Well, that's, that's how much is that, Mas' Gammon?" the farmer asked in a bellow. Master Gammon was laboriously and steadily engaged in tightening himself with dumpling.
"Call it seven, my hopeful-for-what-you-won't-get, like the cat after the cream, for seven's a sacred number, and the spell is set." "Gypsy jargon, gypsy lies," muttered Miss Greeby, tossing her ruddy mane. "I don't believe a word. Tell me "
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