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And, quite apart from that, I may as well tell you that I have already accepted an invitation to accompany Mr and Mrs Westwood and a party ashore at Montevideo, and I see no reason why I should withdraw my acceptance." "W-h-a-t!" screamed Butler; "do I understand that you are daring to disobey and defy me?"
"But, Susanna, not so fast. I came to offer my services in regard to this er gold mine which the little Baltimore girl has discovered." "W-h-a-t?" gasped the widow in utter amazement. Had the man taken leave of his senses? "The gold mine, or or hidden treasure or casket of diamonds, reports vary; yet all agree in the fact that extraordinary wealth has been unearthed in the old Maitland woods.
I said a match for the black, an' it peers to me like you've gone an' bought the black hisse'f an' is tryin' to put him off on me. No no my kind frien', you'll not fin' anything no-count enuff to be his match on this terrestrial ball. "By this time you cu'd have raked Jud's eyes off his face with a soap-gourd. "'What? w-h-a-t? He why I bought him of Dr. Sykes.
"Your w-h-a-t?" gasped Katharine. Susanna again looked her surprise, but she was perfectly calm, even cheerfully interested; and, to enlighten the other's ignorance, patiently explained. "I said my shroud, that I am to be wropped in when I'm buried. I made it years ago, an' styles has changed some, I hear. But this is good, an' 'll be easy for 'em that does it to put on me.
"Unwise, ambitious hen!" were the exclamations which responded; and Molly added: "That isn't all. There's something worse on Helena's mind than the death of a bewitched hen! Out with it, child! After I mean my nerves won't stand any more." "Didn't know you had nerves," laughed Alfy. "What's happened, Helena?" "Wun Sing has disappeared." "W-h-a-t?" "It is true. He has gone, nobody knows where.
W-h-a-t?" returned Marty, wonder drawing upon him at finding who his companion was. "You Eph?" "Course. Who else! Been quite a spell since we two met, but better late than never. Got a pistol, I say?" "What for?" The sharpshooter hesitated, then gave an evasive answer: "Powerful long since I done any practicin', and feel like I better try my hand."
"What was I sayin'?" asked the deacon. "Where did I leave off? You kinder interrupted my train of discourse, Eben. Mebbe I'd better stop." "There's a lady coming to join our party," said Bart Hodge. "I think it's your wife, Eli." "My w-h-a-t?" gasped Eli Given, actually turning pale. "Where is she? Great scissors! If she ever gits her hands on me now, I see my finish!"
"It just shows," said I, ignoring the mayor's remark, "how easy it is to fix up a train of coincidences so that the result seems to savor of the supernatural. Now, last night my wife imagined that she saw a priest in a mask peer in at her window " Fortin and Le Bihan scrambled hastily from their knees, dropping hammer and nails. "W-h-a-t what's that?" demanded the mayor.
He now began to bring all sorts of things to his teacher, spelling "W-h-a-t, what," on his fingers again and again, until she had taught him their names. She saw that his mind, which had been almost asleep, was fast waking up, and she prayed God to show her how to teach this child not only words and names, but that "fear of the Lord" which "is the beginning of knowledge."
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