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The delighted amazement reached even her tired ears, and she had smiled wanly as she pushed the pile of coppers nearer to him. "Have you been in before? It's stupid of me, but there are such hundreds of thousands of you, and you are gone in a minute, you see. That's your change, I think." "Hundreds of thousands of me, hey?" He had leaned across the counter, his face alight with mirth.

Be brave for just a few minutes more now." She smiled wanly through her tears. "But I'm not brave. I'm a little coward and it does pain so." "I know I know. It is dreadful. But just a few minutes now." "You're good to me," she said presently, simply as a little girl might have said it.

They poke their yellow heads up from the turf, lift their legs, feel their way with long feelers and then collapse suddenly, roll over, and turn their bellies in the air. Every growing thing has received its peculiar impress: the delicately blown breath of the first cold. The stubbles straggle wanly sunwards, and the falling leaves rustle to the earth, with a sound as of errant silkworms.

I've been asking myself that question all day to-day." "This playin' game warden has some outs, too. That was a wild crowd last night. The town is the same old hell-hole it was when I knew it years ago. Fine girl of Lize Wetherford's. She blocked me all right." He smiled wanly. "I certainly was on my way to the green timber when she put the bars up."

Whatever follies inexperience may have led you to commit, you are, at any rate, sir, a man, like your father was before you!" and by way of emphasis Johnson smacked his fist on his desk as he glared in Mr. Applerod's direction. "It's all very well to show fight, Johnson," said Bobby, a little wanly, "but just the same I have to acknowledge defeat. I am afraid I boasted too much.

He smiled, rather wanly and hopelessly, but he permitted the girl to assist him to rise and to lead him to the breakfast room. There Mary Louise poured his coffee and attacked her own breakfast, although with indifferent appetite. Gran'pa Jim was the only relative she had in all the world and she loved him devotedly.

Anthony trudged along the empty village street, past the gleaming squares of ruddy gold, starting on either side out of the darkness. Now and then he looked furtively backwards. The straight open road lay behind him, glimmering wanly: the organ seemed to have ceased: the figure on the bridge had left the parapet, and appeared to be moving away towards the church.

"If the work of a forester were all like this it wouldn't be so bad," he remarked, wanly. "I think I know several fellows who would be glad to do it without a cent of pay." "Wait till you get to heaving a pick," she retorted, "or scaling lumber in a rain, or building a corduroy bridge." "I don't want to think of anything so dreadful. I want to enjoy this moment.

"Well, my dear chap, I was naturally anxious to see you, because but perhaps you don't know that those scoundrels meant to attack you, not me?" Meiklejohn smiled wanly. "Oh, yes," he said. "The police found that out by some means. I believe the authorities actually suspected me of being concerned in the affair." Tower laughed boisterously. "That's the limit!" he roared. "Come with me to the club.

"He does not know my face. As I speak to him the Señor Jim's name I shall kill him, and the Señor Jim will know then that I have been faithful." The big buckskin plodded on across the sand, the empty stirrups swinging. Ramon's gaze lifted to the stars. He smiled wanly. "I follow him. Wherever he has gone, I follow him, and he will not lose the way."