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"Where's the Boy's sled?" said the Colonel, coming in hurriedly. "We cached it," answered Potts feebly. "Couldn't even bring his sled home! Where've you cached it?" "It's all right only a few miles back." Potts relinquished the empty soup-bowl, and closed his eyes.
Reid calmly extended a plate of salad to his betrothed, while Kitty groaned, scandalized: "You mustn't eat now! You mustn't! Where've you been? Look at the state you're in! Don't eat, Cadge; you must dress this minute!"
Presently, he, too, arose, and despite Benito's urging, departed. It was dusk when he reached the Blue Wing saloon, where "Judge" McGowan awaited him. A burly, forceful man, with bushy eyebrows, a walrus moustache perpetually tobacco-stained, and an air of ruthless command. "Where've you been?" he asked, impatiently, but did not wait for an answer. "Casey's in trouble again."
"I'd begun to think you'd disappeared altogether. Where've you been hiding?" "Do you mind very much," he asked, gazing down at her contentedly, "if I honour you with my company a part of the way?" "No objection whatever. Hasn't it been a scorcher? Up there, what with the heat and the noise of the machines going, it's made my head ache." "You won't care to go to a concert then.
Even on the third day she did not see him, for, though the sun came out bright and warm, and though she went very early in the afternoon to the Garden and waited long, he did not come at all. But on the fourth day he was there in his old place, and Pollyanna hastened forward with a joyous greeting. "Oh, I'm so glad, GLAD to see you! But where've you been? You weren't here yesterday at all."
"I couldn't quite make out what about.... Oh, by Jove, that's him." Jeffries' voice was heard down the passage: "Mansell." A voice answered him: "Here, No. 34." Jeffries was heard running upstairs; he entered looking very dejected. "Hullo! Cheer up!" shouted Mansell. "I shouldn't have thought you could have run like that after this afternoon's game. Where've you been?"
"We'll whip him all right." "We're sure to whip him now we've got Steve back!" "That's so. Where've you been anyway, Steve, and how many did you kill on the road?" "I killed three," said Steve. "General Ewell's over thar in the woods, and he's going to advance 'longside of us, on the Front Royal road. Rockbridge 'n the rest of the batteries are to hold the ridge up there, no matter what happens!
And his manner took on that alertness a horse shows on turning into the home road. As the stage took him toward Washakie, old friends turned up every fifty miles or so, shambling out of a cabin or a stable, and saying, in casual tones, "Hello, Lin, where've you been at?" At Lander, there got into the stage another old acquaintance, the Bishop of Wyoming.
"Well, come along, Magnan!" Ambassador Crodfoller's voice snapped. Magnan shifted from one foot to the other then pushed through the drapes. "Where've you been, Mr. Magnan?" The Ambassador's voice was sharp. "Oh ... ah ... a slight accident, Mr. Ambassador." "What's happened to your shoes? Where are your insignia and decorations?" "I ah spilled a drink on them. Sir. Ah listen...."
Herbert Cressey stopped Banneker outside of his apartment with the remark made and provided for the delayed reunion of frequent companions: "Well I thought you were dead!" By way of keeping to the same level Banneker replied cheerfully: "I'm not." "Where've you been all this while?" "Working." "Where were you Monday last? Didn't see you at Sherry's." "Working." "And the week before?
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