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It's this hintin' that does the most mischief. Give folks a hint, and a nasty imagination will do the rest. That's the way she's workin' it." "She? Who?" "Your mesmerist fellow's runnin' mate that woman that calls herself Madame Dawn, and reads the past and tells the future." "There ain't nobody can do no such thing," snapped Cap'n Sproul.
If you touch me again, I'll stop the car and ask you to walk." "Better do it now, dolly!" snapped Mr. Boltwood. The man hooked his left arm about the side-post of the open window-shield. It was a strong arm, a firm grip. He seized her left wrist with his free hand.
"Of course, they are, suh," snapped their father "they are Conways." "Ever think of it, sah," went on Jud, "that they could make you a livin' in the mill?" Conway was silent. In truth, he had thought of that very thing. To-day, however, he was nerved and desperate, being more besotted than usual.
The cool patronizing manner of the fellow when he said this galled Dick exceedingly, and had it been only himself whom he had to consider he would have snapped his fingers in Ferd's face. But then he reflected that the other was doing him what he considered a very great favor, and that of late he had had that old saying to the effect that "beggars should not be choosers" rubbed into his soul.
He turned away, shoulders slumping, and walked back to his tiny office in the shadow of the mighty ship that was anchored on the ground. "May I speak to you a moment, Major?" a voice broke the silence in the hangar. Connel turned around slowly. "You!" he exclaimed. "If it hadn't been for you and your big mouth, this ship might be in space right now!" "Stop blowing your jets!" snapped Dave Barret.
'Mr Jackson is perfectly right, he snapped. 'Of course I dismissed him. 'Yes, yes, said Psmith, 'I have no doubt that at the moment you did work the rapid push. What I am endeavouring to point out is that Comrade Jackson is under the impression that the edict is permanent, that he can hope for no reprieve. 'Nor can he. 'You don't mean 'I mean what I say.
Tertius, "especially in the presence of that man!" "Barthorpe!" exclaimed Peggie, flushing at the malevolence of the tone and gesture. "How dare you! In my house " Barthorpe suddenly laughed. Once again he turned to the door and this time he opened it. "Just so just so!" he said. "Your house, my dear cousin according to the alleged will." "Which will be proved, sir," snapped out Mr. Halfpenny.
The elevens lined up and Tom snapped the ball to Dick, who passed it to Bert, five feet behind the line. The ball rose from his toe like a bird and soared down to the forty yard line. From there the Blues rushed it down to within thirty yards of the Army goal before the whistle announced the end of the second quarter.
On the fourth day we gave up the tent, as the smoke curled upward from our own chimney, in the way that it does in well-told stories. The last night we spent with Jack was one long to be remembered. A bright fire snapped and crackled in the ample fireplace. Every one told stories.
He stared at the blaze as he did so, obviously lost in thought. "Don't dream!" said Sir Beverley sharply. He turned his eyes upon his grandfather's face those soft Italian eyes of his so suggestive of hidden fire. "I wasn't dreaming," he said slowly. "I wonder why you think Adderley ought to be hanged." "Because he's a murderer," snapped Sir Beverley.
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