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Sponge, here's Gustavus James wants to tell you a little story. Mr. Sponge stopped inwardly hoping that it would not be a long one. 'Now, my darling, said she, sticking the boy up straight to get him to begin. 'Now, then! exclaimed Mr. Crowdey, in the true Jehu-like style, from the vehicle at the door, in which he had composed himself. 'Coming, Jog! coming! replied Mrs.
And I I'm much obliged." And after he's gone Vee comes down from upstairs and wants to know what on earth I've been talking so long to that Mr. Garvey about. "Why," says I, "I've been givin' him some wise dope on how to live among plutes and be happy." "Silly!" says Vee, rumplin' my red hair. "Do you know what I've made up my mind to do some day this week?
How is one to describe the people who come for one brief visit to the station or hospital with an intense conviction that they and they only feel the suffering or even notice the wants of the men. Some are good workers. Others I call "This-poor-fellow-has-had-none."
I've been talking to the doctor, and he says you have no particular disease, except that you seem discouraged and hopeless, and have made up your mind that you must die." "Yes, auntie, that is just it; hopeless and discouraged, and want to die oh, so badly!" Neil replied, as he leaned back in his chair. "What use for me to live? Who wants me?" "I do!"
I was still independent, because my means were the boundaries of my wants.
I'm a mother to that man. What he'd do without me I can't think." "Oo, Mr. Bertram!" It was clearly a warning cry. "Mr. Bertram! Oo, Sally!" "Soppy, ma. We call him 'Gaga. He's weak, you know. Cries over his work, like a kid. Wants somebody to give him a bit of backbone." "Confidence," suggested Mrs. Minto, intrigued by the picture.
"They sit looking into the soft brown eyes of their beloved, thinking of happiness. A man should go about his work thinking of that. The fire that runs through the veins of his body should light his mind. One wants to take the love of woman as an end in life and the woman accepts that and is made happy by it." He thought with gratitude of Edith in her shop on Monroe Street.
He merely wants power, thought I to myself, to be a regular Muley Mehemet; and then I sighed, for I remembered how very much I was in the power of that man. The dinner over, the publisher nodded to his wife, who departed, followed by her daughter-in-law.
Gates wants to double his bet on Jackstone, make it $80,000!" shrieked another. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" begged the "trusted cashier," "not quite so fast, if you please. One at a time." "Sixty thousand on Hesper for a place!" bawled one addressed as "Mr. Keene," while Messrs. "Ryan," "Whitney," "Belmont," "Sullivan," "McCarren," and "Murphy" all made handsome wagers.
"That is, not if you want him to accept! You have to make him do it. And maybe he's shy, and don't do it, and you have to put the idea in his head for him. Or maybe he's not sure he wants you, and you have to make him realize how very desirable you are! Maybe you have to scare him, making him think you're going to run off with somebody else! Don't you see how it is with a girl?"
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