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"Y-you sure l-l-look all right, little g-girl," he admitted, slowly, "but I 've h-heard th-th-that feller was hell with w-women. I-I reckon you b-better go b-back to Farnham an' find out." He paused, wiping his perspiring face with the back of his hand, his cheeks reddening painfully under her unfaltering gaze. Finally he blurted out: "Say, w-who are you, anyhow?" "Beth Norvell, an actress."
"M-m-monsieur de B-B-Bonfons," for the second time in three years Grandet called the Cruchot nephew Monsieur de Bonfons; the president felt he might consider himself the artful old fellow's son-in-law, "you-ou said th-th-that b-b-bankruptcy c-c-could, in some c-c-cases, b-b-be p-p-prevented b-b-by " "By the courts of commerce themselves.
"I will speak about the irons," he said. "And now I want to ask you another question: What do you propose to do?" "Th-th-that is very simply answered, Your Eminence. To escape if I can, and if I can't, to die." "Why 'to die'?" "Because if the Governor doesn't succeed in getting me shot, I shall be sent to the galleys, and for me that c-c-comes to the same thing.
No Christmas robin detained by a window-pane ever pulsed as did Bathsheba now. I say I say again that it doesn't become you to talk about him. Why he should be mentioned passes me quite . she exclaimed desperately. "I know this, th-th-that he is a thoroughly conscientious man blunt sometimes even to rudeness but always speaking his mind about you plain to your face!" "Oh."
He caught her gesticulating hands, prisoning them strongly within both his own, but she shook forward her loosened hair until it fell partially across her face, hiding it thus from his eager eyes bent in passion upon her. "B-but tell me y-you love me! T-tell me th-th-that, an' I 'll let the o-other go!" "You vould make me to say de untrue, señor?" "Of course not. I w-want ter kn-kn-know.
"Look at the line of the under-lip. Th-th-that is the sort of nature that feels pain as pain and wrong as wrong; and the world has no r-r-room for such people; it needs people who feel nothing but their work." "Is it at all like anyone you know?" He looked at the portrait more closely. "Yes. What a curious thing! Of course it is; very like." "Like whom?" "C-c-cardinal Montan-nelli.
No Christmas robin detained by a window-pane ever pulsed as did Bathsheba now. "I say I say again that it doesn't become you to talk about him. Why he should be mentioned passes me quite!" she exclaimed desperately. "I know this, th-th-that he is a thoroughly conscientious man blunt sometimes even to rudeness but always speaking his mind about you plain to your face!" "Oh."
"Th-th-that m-m-man down in the the cellar wants me to sleep in a bag, durn him," gasped the recruit, waving his lanky arms, "and I won't do it for him or no one else." "Cellar?" Then the officer shouted with laughter. The recruit was sent back to the "New Hampshire" next day, but it was long before the master-at-arms was known by any other name or title than "the man in the cellar."
Having dressed and adorned myself for the sacrifice, I returned to the parlor, when the rumbling of coach-wheels, the sudden letting down of steps, and then a frightfully discordant ring of the doorbell, sent the blood from my cheeks and made my heart palpitate like a trip-hammer. "Is th-th-that the off-officer, I mean the coachman?" I stammered. Yes, there was no doubt about it.
Si easily divined his thoughts, for something of the same nature had already caused his own heart to palpitate in a reproving way. "Of c-c-course I d-d-don't mean th-th-that. Shorty," he stammered "but she's a nice girl, anyhow, 'n' she's gittin' up a dinner fer me 'n' you. Bet ye it'll be a nice lay-out, too!"
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