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Lucinda deliberated for a minute or so as to whether to accept this insult in silence or not, and finally decided to make just one more remark. "I wonder if she’ll send any word to Arethusa ’n’ Mary." "They’ll know soon enough," said Joshua oracularly. "How’ll they know, I’d like to know?" "You’ll write ’em." Lucinda was dumb.
In the parlour, it’s “Come, Rose, put away your things, and let’s have the room nice and tidy against they come in; and keep up a good fire; Gilbert likes a cheerful fire.” In the kitchen—“Make that pie a large one, Rose; I daresay the boys’ll be hungry; and don’t put so much pepper in, they’ll not like it, I’m sure”—or, “Rose, don’t put so many spices in the pudding, Gilbert likes it plain,”—or, “Mind you put plenty of currants in the cake, Fergus liked plenty.” If I say, “Well, mamma, I don’t,” I’m told I ought not to think of myself. “You know, Rose, in all household matters, we have only two things to consider, first, what’s proper to be done; and, secondly, what’s most agreeable to the gentlemen of the house—anything will do for the ladies.”’
Well, if he has turned up.... Ech, those pistols! Damn it all! I’m not his nurse! Let them do what they like! Besides, it’ll all come to nothing. They’re a set of brawlers, that’s all. They’ll drink and fight, fight and make friends again. They are not men who do anything real. What does he mean by ‘I’m stepping aside, I’m punishing myself?’ It’ll come to nothing!
"They’ll have to keep blasting to maintain position." The Consops commander didn’t wait to trim ship against the sun’s drag. His air locks opened, clearly visible to Rip and Koa because that side of the cruiser was brilliant with sunlight. Ten snapper-boats sped forth. Rip was certain now that this was the enemy cruiser they had fought off back in the asteroid belt.
Far, clear, from infinite depths, the elf-like hail of the cuckoo came floating up to the window. To Flint, English born, the call meant more than it did to Canadian or Yankee. "In Devon," he said in an altered voice, "they’ll be calling just now. There’s a world of primroses in Devon.... And the thorn is as white as the damned snow is up here."
They’ll have sour stomachs and aching heads in the morning, though.” “But you noticed one thing, Doctor?” pressed Somers. “What was that?” “That there were no signs of liquor about them? Those boys never tasted a drop of the vile stuff in their lives!”
But your father’s a drunken and abandoned old sinner, who can never draw the line—if they both let themselves go, they’ll both come to grief.” “No, Misha, no. If that’s all, you’ve reassured me. It won’t come to that.” “But why are you trembling? That’s the very definition and inner essence of him. It’s your father has handed him on his low sensuality.
"Well, Arethusa," the aunt said to the niece when they met the morning after her arrival, "I’m feelin’ better ’n I was last time you were here." "I’m so glad," yelled Arethusa. "They’ll live in New York and I’ll live with them. As far as I’ve seen there ain’t no other place on earth to live.
"And directly under us is the trench and the main redoubt. They’ll occupy that first thing. They’ll swarm there the whole trench will be crawling with them. They’ll install their gas cylinders at once, this wind being their wind. "But with sunrise the wind changes and whether it changes or not, I don’t care," he added. "I’ve got them at last where I want them." The girl looked up at him.
‘Yes, I do,’ replied the son. ‘Does it surprise you, father?’ He looked steadily in the man’s face, but he withdrew his eyes, and bent them on the ground. ‘Where’s your brothers?’ he said, after a long pause. ‘Where they’ll never trouble you,’ replied his son: ‘John’s gone to America, and Henry’s dead.’ ‘Dead!’ said the father, with a shudder, which even he could not express.
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