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He says: 'Is Tuxall all ready? and she says: 'He thinks we ought to wait half an hour. The street'll be full of folks then. Then he says: 'Well, I hate to risk it, but maybe it's better. just then, the rope gave a twist and came swingin' over on me, and knocked me right off the limb. I gave a yell and then I landed. Next I knew I was in bed. And that's all."
'I wonder if 'e see us, she said, when he had passed out of earshot. ''E's lookin' back, she added. 'Why, 'oo is it? asked Jim. 'It's a man aht of our street, she answered. 'I dunno 'im, but I know where 'e lodges. D'yer think 'e sees us? 'Na, 'e wouldn't know 'oo it was in the dark. 'But he looked round; all the street'll know it if he see us. 'Well, we ain't doin' no 'arm.
When Miss Vancourt is here, all you have to do is to go over every item of her property with her, and see that she finds it all right. If anything is missing, it's not your fault." "If anythink's missing," echoed Mrs. Spruce in sepulchral tones, "then the Lord knows what we'll do, for it'll be all over, so far as we're consarned! Beggars in the street'll be kings to us.
His eyes gleamed, the color rose in his weather-beaten cheeks, the hand with which he pointed to the greasewood flat below trembled as he exclaimed in an excitement that made his breath come short: "The main street'll run up the creek and about there I'll put the Op'ry House. The hotel'll stand on the corner and we'll git a Carnegie Libery for the other end of town.
"A dollar," said the young man. "One dollar. That's the figure. Not a cent more, or you girls'll get inflating prices and Wall Street'll bust up." Anna-Rose, not heeding him and clutching nervously the place where her bag was, told Mr.
I'll wager as the spark you've saved from being turned into the street'll thank you more to your liking than an old fellow like me could." Solomon Moggs made a low bow and was turning away when Lancelot Vane suddenly appeared. His face was very pallid and he clutched the door to steady himself. What with his evident weakness and his bandaged head he presented rather a pitiable picture.
Gie them the hymes, an' we'll hear Martyrdom nae mair, an' Coleshill an' Duke Street'll be by. For what did oor faithers dee if it wasna for the psalms o' Dauvit? An' they dee'd to the tunes I've named to ye." "But Mr. M'Cormack will admit," said Mr. Blake, "that many of God's people worship to profit with the hymns. There is the Episcopal church across the way.
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