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"W-wait a m-minute!" he chattered. "D-don't j-jump I'm coming up th-there!" Trembling all over, Madden gained the barrel and stepped through a niche in its side. He stared through the brilliant, hot colors, but no rushing horde of monsters met his eyes. "Which way?" he asked breathlessly. Caradoc looked around at him in uncomprehending misery. There was just room for the two in the barrel.
"H-home, to the Tide Mill." Edna managed to jerk out the words. "W-wait a minute." As soon as she could lift her head and wipe her eyes, a process which gave Judge Trent infinite relief, she saw John's face grown so white under its tan that it helped her to become steady. "She's safe, I'm sure," she said.
So glad, dear, the trip smashed up like this shocked me into reality made me realize I've been with you every hour since I dismissed you, back in Dakota, and you looked at me, big hurt eyes, like a child, and Yes, father, Pullman's at the back. Yes, I'm coming!" "W-wait! D-did you know I was going to propose?" "Yes. Ever since the Yellowstone. Been trying to think of a nice way to refuse you.
A certain penitence for having been irritated at Tump softened Peter. "That's all right, Tump; there's nothing to find." At that moment the soldier began to bob his head. "Eh! eh! eh! W-wait a minute!" he stammered. "Whut dis? B'lieve I done foun' it! I sho is! Heah she am! Heah's dis nigger-stopper, jes lak I tol' you!"
"Hush! don't speak so loud!" "Well, I will, Chichester, s-so help me God, I will!" "Will what, Ronald?" "W-wait and see!" "You don't mean murder, Ronald?" "I didn't s-say so, d-did I?" "Of course not, my dear Barrymaine, but shall I take the pistols?" And Mr. Chichester stretched out his hand towards a flat, oblong box that Barrymaine carried clutched beneath his arm.
But the moment Hall let go of his coat, he tore away and ran as fast as he could over the adjacent field. "W-wait don't run away," Hall shouted. "I won't hurt you. Stay where you are. I couldn't follow you anyway. I'd sink to my hips." The logic of the last sentence appealed to the frightened lad. He hesitated and then stopped and turned around, a hundred feet or so from the highway.
"No," said Stone, "not now." "Explain, please," I said, beginning to get angry. "I will," said Stone. "No!" cried Fibsy, "no, Mr. Stone, let me t-t-tell. W-wait a minute, I'll tell. Oh, oh, I knew it all day, b-b-but I couldn't believe it! I wouldn't believe it! Why, Mr. Calhoun, Vicky Van is is why, Mrs. Schuyler is Vicky Van!" "You are absolutely crazy!"
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