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Course that was proddin' him a little rough, but I wanted to bring this thing to a head somehow. Made Gilkey squirm in his chair too. He begins rollin' his trousers down over the bandages and struggles into his coat. "I suppose you're right," says he. "I I think I will go in and see Mr. Pulsifer." "Wha-a-at?" says I. "Now?" "Why not?" says he, pushin' through the swing door. "Hey!"
Must have been something romantic about that bonfire episode back in Cooperstown too; for she mellows up a lot durin' the next few minutes, and when I fin'lly calls a taxi and tucks 'em all in she comes near beamin' on me. "Remember, young man," says she, "promptly at five on Wednesday." "Wha-a-at?" says I. "And be sure to wear your best frock coat," she adds as a partin' shot.
Ah, yis I haf had miny zey are not steef like ze cochon Englees. Describe ze looks, mon ami." Jennings did so, to the best of his ability, but the old man still appeared undecided. "But she has been ill for three years," added Jennings. "She fell and hurt her back, and " "Eh wha-a-at Celestine!" cried Le Beau excitedly. "She did fall and hurt hersilf eh, yis mos' dredfil.
"Wha-a-at?" says he, starin'. "Not really?" Miss Hampton comes back at him with that quirky smile of hers. "Why the intense surprise?" says she. "But I didn't dream," says Mr. Robert, "that you ever did anything so er " "Commonplace?" "Early-Victorian," he corrects. "Cook?" says she. "Oh, dear, yes! I can wash dishes, too." "Can you?" says he. "I'm fine at wiping 'em." "Such conceit!" says she.
"Worse than that," said I, "he is in prison in London." "Wha-a-at?" ejaculated Parton. "In prison in London? What for?" "On suspicion of having murdered an innkeeper in the South of England on Tuesday, August 16th." "Well, I'm sorry to say that I believe he was guilty," returned Parton, without reflecting that the 16th day of August was the day upon which he and I had first encountered Barker.
"Well, he can," says I. "And he has." "Wha-a-at!" gasps Old Hickory. "Uh-huh!" says I. "It was him that shot in the ball with the Ha, ha! message on it." "But but from where?" he demands. "Look!" says I, leadin' him to the window. "The old sinner!" says Mr. Ellins. "Why, that must be nearly one hundred feet, and almost straight up! Some shot! I didn't think it was in him. Hagen could do no better.
"'E just walked out, sir, and never came back," says Nimms. "See, sir, I've 'ad 'is morning suit all laid out ever since, sir." "Then he went in evening clothes?" puts in Mr. Robert. "Not exactly, sir," says Nimms. "'E was attired as a court jester, sir; in motley, you know, sir, and cap and bells." "Wha-a-at?" says Mr. Robert. "In a fool's costume? You say he went out in that rig?
"Hullo!" came quickly. "We're shut in by the water." "Who's `we'?" "The cutter's midshipman and I." "Wha-a-at! Then there arn't nayther on yer dead and drownded, my lad?" "No-o-o-o!" "Then I say hooray! hooray! But can't you swim out?" "No. We've tried." "Ho!" came back. "Wait a bit." "What for? Can't you get help for us, Tom?" "Ay, ay, my lad," came back. "But jest you wait."
I've started in at college." "Wha-a-at!" says I. "You ain't never goin' to be a lady doctor or anything like that, are you?" "I am taking a course at Columbia," says Vee, "in domestic science. Doris is doing it, too. And such fun! To-day we learned how to make a bed actually made it up, too. To-morrow I am going to boil potatoes." "Hel-lup!" says I. "You are? Say, how long does this last?"
"Young hick that got messy in the tango joint," says Jim. "Ah, fan him a few!" remarks the other. "Hold him still now while I " At which Uncle Noah pushes in and holds up a protestin' hand. "Now see heah, Mistuh Constable," says he, "I wouldn't go for to do anything like that!" "Wha-a-at?" snarls the copper. "Say, you old billy-goat, beat it!" And he proceeds to clip young Mr.
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