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"This will never do Molly," Miss Mathilda said sternly, in her deepest, firmest tones, "Anna is the head of the kitchen and you must either obey her or leave." "I don't want to leave you," whimpered melancholy Molly. "Well Molly then try and do better," answered Miss Mathilda, keeping a good stern front, and backing quickly from the kitchen. "Oh!
"Give it here!" commanded the bigger boy. "Naw! You let it alone! It's mine!" asserted the other, edging away along the curbstone. "I saw it first. You can't have it." "Give it here. I saw it first myself. Hand it over, or I'll smash you!" The bigger boy advanced threateningly. "I won't!" the other whimpered, clasping the box tightly under his jacket.
The brownish stream thickened, as it made its way down the stovepipe and fell in flat puddles on the tin plate beneath it. Would she come? "If she doesn't come now!" whimpered Miss Etta. "An awful girl awful!" I began hoping of a sudden that she would not come. Though I craved her presence in that insufferable room, I was afraid for her.
"Akka, Akka, Akka from Kebnekaise!" wailed the goslings pitifully. "What's the trouble now?" asked the leader-goose. "We're so hungry, we can't fly any more!" whimpered the goslings. "We're so hungry, we can't fly any more!" "Wild geese must learn to eat air and drink wind," said the leader-goose, and kept right on flying.
Was it not the man-beast who had struck her down, and whose hands were at her white throat when he sprang the length of his chain and tore out his jugular? Then why was it that she ran away, and did not come back? He whimpered softly. The afternoon was almost gone, and the early gloom of mid-winter night in the Northland was settling thickly over the forests.
But unwarily she must have touched some sore spot; for the cub gave a sharp yelp of pain and writhed and whimpered as he looked up into his mother's eyes, clumsily returning her caresses. The boys, half emerged from their hiding-places, stood watching this demonstration of affection not without sympathy; and Skull-Splitter, for one, heartily wished that the chief had not wounded the little bear.
He had recovered something of his power to reason. "That is what he has done. But for his default we should at this moment be in a position to seize Basterga." "Ay?" "Ay, and to seize him with proof of his guilt! Proof and to spare." "But I could not know," Louis whimpered. "Worshipful gentlemen, I could not know. I could not know what it was you wanted."
"Sacre nom d'un pipe," rapped out the Belgian doctor; "variole!" "Small-pox lib," whimpered his boat-boys, and before their master could interfere, beat at the delirious wretch with their oars. He hung on tenaciously, enduring a perfect avalanche of blows.
"Oh, Dorothy," almost whimpered Katherine, leaning back, "how can I go on? Don't you see what a sneak I am? It was bad enough to cozen with my heedless, random markings of the book, but to think that line of red ink might have been marked in his blood, for I nearly sent the poor boy to his death." "Go on, Katherine, go on, go on!"
Paul hesitated, and Ham took a step forward with a cool glint in his eyes before which the other quailed. "I'll write it, Ham," he hastily whimpered. "James Marquess; Sir " continued the laconic voice of the directing mind. "If you think I am afraid of you, you have erred in judgment. I don't like you and I don't care for your personal appearance.
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