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"Do you mean to say we've got only six hundred dollars coming in every month?" A subdued note crept into her voice. "Of course!" he answered angrily. "Do you think we've gone on spending more than twelve thousand a year without cutting way into our capital?" "I knew we'd sold bonds, but have we spent that much a year? How did we?" Her awe increased.
We went away: there was nothing for us to do but to go away as quickly as possible and leave her to her kind. To the silent old grandfather I said, "It will pass: she is but a child." "She is nearly twelve, señora. Her mother was married at thirteen." "But she loved them both alike, Bartolo. It is nothing: she does not know."
"Go on and finish the lemonade; there's about glassful left. Oh, take it, take it; and don't say why! Of COURSE you're a little pig." Penrod laughed gratefully, his eyes fixed upon her over the rim of his uptilted glass. "Fill yourself up uncomfortably," said the old lady. "You're twelve years old, and you ought to be happy if you aren't anything else.
At this time we made sail and stood to the north, in order to make the land of New Guinea: From the time of our making sail, till noon, the depth of water gradually decreased from seventeen to twelve fathom, with a stoney and shelly bottom.
Amongst the rest, a tax to see the Kasar Janoon; fifty dollars for drinking of the well of Esalan, &c. &c. These matters being at length settled, we proceeded for Aisou, and journeyed a long day of twelve hours and a-half. I was looking out every moment, expecting to clear the rocks, and enter upon the immeasurable stretch of plain reported to us.
They would come to the surface for breath in ten or twelve minutes, but at such a distance off that they needed no longer fear pursuit from the same enemy. Our travellers took no notice of them from the moment they were fairly out of the bushes.
"That's the poet Longfellow, son, who wrote that nice letteh to yo' dear motheh. This colo'ed picture's Napoleon crossing the Alps." A footstep came down the hall, and John saw a pretty damsel of twelve or thirteen with much loose red-brown hair, stop near the door of the reception-room and gaze at someone else who must have been coming up the porch steps.
And yet all these things were as nothing to what came a little later. They had begun to question the old lady as to why one family had been unable to pay, trying to show her by figures that it ought to have been possible; and Grandmother Majauszkiene had disputed their figures "You say twelve dollars a month; but that does not include the interest." Then they stared at her. "Interest!" they cried.
The few who know that the little one was born believe her to have perished. None will ever ask for her. They deem that she has been at the bottom of the sea these twelve years or more." "And you would still keep the knowledge to ourselves?" asked his wife, in a tone of relief. "I would I knew it not myself!" sighed Richard. "Would that I could blot it out of my mind."
"These men approach with an air of resolution which shows that they are bent upon success. They outnumber us by twelve to one, and it is likely enough that the citizens may rise and attack us in the rear. They have been ordered to bring the stones for the machines to the walls, but no one has laid his hand to the work.
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