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A look of craft crept into his eye. "What'll ye bet he ain't foolin' ye?" he said. Uncle William returned the look with slow dignity. "I don't speak that way o' my friends, Andy," he said gently. "I'd a heap rather trust 'em and get fooled, than not to trust 'em and hev 'em all right." Andy looked guilty. "When's it comin'?" he said gruffly.
His heart dropped within him like lead, and his whole being shrank from her. 'Listen to me! he said, seizing her strongly by the hand, while a light of wrath leapt into his changed and bloodshot eyes. 'This man will desert you; in a year's time he will have tired of you; what'll you do then? 'Manage for myself, thank you! without any canting interference from you. I have had enough of that.
It made no change in him; and it was in his old spirit of mockery and daffing that he began the interview. "A braw good day to ye again, Mr. Drummond," said he. "What'll yon business of yours be just about?" "Why, the thing being private, and rather of a long story," says James, "I think it will keep very well till we have eaten." "I'm none so sure of that," said Alan.
I used to be told that a lady was one who always said "please" when asking for more bread-and-butter, and who never bit the fingers of her gloves. That was simple. "And what'll I be if I'm not a lady?" I asked. "You'll be common," said the nurse severely, and then and there, because snatched bread-and-butter was sweet and gloves chewed in secret pleasant, I registered a vow that common I would be.
I, can't I help a little more?" "No. And don't talk any more about it. It's just this way, Jock, I've no choice in the matter. If it was my last cent, and I knew I'd go to jail for it to-morrow, I'd help Angus. I just couldn't see him want. It's all right. I'll stay on in Algonquin a few more years, and we'll see what'll happen. Good-night."
"Now then, Bill," cried one, smiting the other with facetious violence on the back, "what'll you have?" Then, without waiting for a reply, he added, to the waiter, "Let's have some brary-an'-warer!" The brandy and water having been supplied, Bill nodded his head, cried, "Here's luck, Jim," and drained his first glass.
When he re-entered the little sitting-room he looked very much frightened. "What is the matter?" demanded Mrs. Armstrong. Jed gulped. "They've come back," he whispered. "Godfreys, I forgot 'em, and they've come back. WHAT'LL I do now?" "But who who has come back?" Mr. Winslow waved both hands. "The Old Scratch and his wife," he declared.
"That's God's love. Then you can give me the love that belongs to me in your heart's kingdom, can't you?" "I'm afraid I'm going to love you too much I feel it coming. What'll you do with it? Stop me!" I said with both a sob and a laugh, as I began to let myself be drawn into the strong, hungry arms. "You great, big, splendid woman of God!
She knew all about those that came in the late Mr. Temple Barholm's time. He used to hate most of them." "Then why in thunder did he ask them to come?" "He didn't. They've got clever, polite ways of asking themselves sometimes. He couldn't bear the Countess of Mallowe. She'll come. Grandmother says you may be sure of that." "What'll she come for?"
Only it was not successful. Men are not dunned so rigorously when they have just fallen into their fortunes. Neefit, hardly speaking above his breath, with that owlish, stolid look, which was always common to him except when he was measuring a man for a pair of breeches, acknowledged that he did. "Come along, old fellow," said Ralph, taking him by the arm. "But what'll you take to drink first?"
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