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"There's nothing like following a beaten enemy and destroying him, and there is also much to be said against it. We might run into an ambush and be destroyed ourselves. Although we've paid a price for it, we've a fine victory and we hold command of the lake for the time being. By pushing on we risk all we've won in order to obtain more."
"I will," said I, rallying at once as a sense of the responsible position in which I thus suddenly found myself rushed upon me. The boatswain touched his forelock and remarked: "We've got starn-way upon us, sir, and if we don't look out we shall drive over that there stream of ours and perhaps send a fluke through our bottom."
"Well, whativer the letters are, they've a good meaning; and it's a stamp as has been in our house, Ben says, ever since he was a little un, and his mother used to put it on the cakes, and I've allays put it on too; for if there's any good, we've need of it i' this world." "It's I. H. S.," said Silas, at which proof of learning Aaron peeped round the chair again.
"Jove! I'm glad to have that anchor down," Hilliard remarked, stretching himself. "Here's eight o'clock, and we've been at it since five this morning. Let's have supper and a pipe, and then we'll discuss our plans." "And what are your plans?" Merriman asked, when an hour later they were lying on their lockers, Hilliard with his pipe and Merriman with a cigar.
"Bless you, we've never missed the bit she used to eat before she began to make aught, and she's earned her keep with us over and over again since then." Mr. Creddle also expressed the same meaning, though in different terms, when pals ventured with a smile to hint that he had lasses enough under his roof without getting in any from outside. "That's my business," he would say.
"I've been afraid you're getting a bit stale." "Stale?" Samuel was puzzled. "You've done no work outside the office for nearly ten years?" "But I've had vacations, in the Adiron " Carhart waved this aside. "I mean outside work. Seeing the things move that we've always pulled the strings of here." "No " admitted Samuel; "I haven't."
"I always escape somehow," remarked Saltash complacently. "The Night Moth wanted new engines too, that's one consolation. I've just bought another," he added, suddenly touching Toby's shoulder. "Your daddy is quite pleased with her. We've just come round from London in her." "Oh, have you?" Eagerly Toby's eyes came up to his, "What is she like? What are you going to call her?"
In a moment he came back with a smiling Greek who was holding a key. As the man went to open the door, Dion said: "Rose, will you follow my directions?" "When?" "Now, when you go into the Museum." "But aren't you coming too?" "Not now. I will when we've seen the ruins. When you go into the Museum go straight through the vestibule where the Roman Emperors are. Don't turn to the right.
I'm not going now. "Go. This instant. Now. I'll stand it no longer. Go!" "I'm damned if I'll go. I want my tea." "Swear if you like!" she cried. "Blaspheme! Abuse me! But understand, I'm in earnest." "Harriet, don't act. Or act better." "We've come here to get the baby back, and for nothing else. I'll not have this levity and slackness, and talk about pictures and churches.
Some authorities think different, but mostly it's considered best to kill them except some that you bring to the cave here, and keep them till they're ransomed." "Ransomed? What's that?" "I don't know. But that's what they do. I've seen it in books; and so of course that's what we've got to do." "But how can we do it if we don't know what it is?" "Why, blame it all, we've GOT to do it.
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