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"He is.... Miss Joline, I feel like doing something I've wanted to do for some time. Of course we both know you think of me as 'that poor little dub, Mrs. What's-her-name, D.
Here are all these trunks to pack, Maria in her bed with every tooth in a frightful state of inflammation, and that capable Jane What's-her-name gone off while I was putting a chamomile poultice on her face. If you are tired sit down and try on all your shoes, for though Mr. Peggit has your measure, those absurd clerks seem to think it a compliment to send children's sizes to grown women.
She just made you feel you wanted her to be helpless, so that you could help her. Jo took her home, and from that Sunday night he began to strain at the leash. He took his sisters out, dutifully, but he would suggest, with a carelessness that deceived no one, "Don't you want one of your girl friends to come along? That little What's-her-name Emily, or something.
She is a genuine Mrs. Malaprop, isn't she?" This was a trifle too deep for Mrs. Barnes, who replied that she didn't know, she having never met the Mrs. What's-her-name to whom her cousin referred. "She's a genuine curiosity, this Parker woman, if that's what you mean, Emily," she said. "And so's her brother, though a different kind of one.
I'd got into a way of saying extravagant things; you know the way one does talk rubbish to children; well, of joking in that sort of way with little What's-her-name. She always seemed to understand it well enough, and I should have thought she was old enough to see the simpler kind of joke, at all events. One day I chanced to chaff her about a stamp she took off some envelope.
Do you remember what a susceptible chap I used to be that poor little Connie what's-her-name, whom I nearly scared out of her five senses? Well, I've not cared a snap for any woman since then. And I want to I want to. I'd be so awfully happy if I could only care for some nice girl and marry her.
"Who?" said Hawker, with a challenge in his tone. "Why, that New York girl Miss What's-her-name," replied the sister, with an undaunted smile. "Did you, indeed? Well, perhaps she is." "Oh, you don't know for sure, I s'pose." Hawker arose from the table, and, taking his hat, went away. "Mary!" said the mother, in the sepulchral tone of belated but conscientious reproof. "Well, I don't care.
George hated the sound of the word 'duty. "Thank you, dear," Marguerite murmured, and the girls shook hands; they did not kiss. "Bye-bye, Princey." "Bye-bye, Agg." "Good night, Mr. Cannon." Agg departed, slightly banging the door. "I think I'll go back home now," said Marguerite, in a sweet, firm tone. "Had they gone out?" "Who? Your father and What's-her-name? She's gone, but he hasn't.
Experience teaches them nothing; they can't seem to learn anything except out of a book. In some uses there's manifestly a fatality about it. For instance, take What's-her-name, that plays those sensational thunder and lightning parts. She's got a perfectly immense reputation draws like a dog-fight and it all came from getting burnt out in hotels."
I'm glad for your sake that this what's-her-name? is coming." "Her name is Evelyn. Oh, Max, I feel so sorry for her!" "Why?" "Because her father's dead, and they were so very, very fond of each other; so Aunt Elsie wrote." "Rosie's father's dead too; and she and all of them were very fond of him."
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