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But he had to ring the bell to get in. When the maid came, looking excited, he said: "I don't know what on earth's the matter with this key. I can't either turn it or get it out." "No, sir?" The girl put her hand to the key, and without any difficulty drew it out of the door. "I don't know I couldn't!" The girl shut the door. "What's the matter? Why's the doctor here? It isn't ?"

'She will be very much grieved, observed Arkady, 'and so will he. 'I shall come back again to them. 'When? 'Why, when on my way to Petersburg. 'I feel sorry for your mother particularly. 'Why's that? Has she won your heart with strawberries, or what? Arkady dropped his eyes. 'You don't understand your mother, Yevgeny. She's not only a very good woman, she's very clever really.

"No; as far as I can make out we are not above a mile or two below the town, and at anchor." "Why's that?" said Brace, who was dressing hurriedly. "I don't know, unless the skipper is repenting of his bargain. I was afraid he was too easy over everything." "Oh, don't say that," cried Brace, in a disappointed tone.

"O course we know'd it. Why's the Kite been layin in Cuckmere Haven since night afore last? why was the Gap Gang strung out all the way from Furrel Beacon to Beachy Head all day yesterday? Why was Black Diamond mouchin round in Lewes this morning? Why? why? why?" "Why?" asked the boy, breathless.

Polly Sparkes throughout her leisurely toilet was moved to irritation and curiosity by the sound of frequent laughter on the other side of the party wall uproarious peals, long chucklings in a falsetto key, staccato bursts of mirth. "That is the comic stuff in 'Clippings," she said to herself with an involuntary grin. "What a fool he is! And why's he staying in bed this morning?

King silenced the man with a scowl and led him and Jim into the living-room, closing the door. It was unthinkable that Gloria should hear a lot of talk about why's and how's. For Gloria, it struck him, had undergone enough for one day. "Look here," he said to Summerling then, "either you will or you won't. If you won't, then Miss Gaynor and myself will go elsewhere. Now, which is it?"

We scrambled out of the carriage into a great echoing cave that might have been the dragon's home, where, to my alarm, my mother was immediately swooped down upon by a strange man in grey. "Why's he do that?" I asked of my aunt. "Because he's a fool," answered my aunt; "they all are." He put my mother down and came towards us.

"Well, I don't pretend t' know th' why's an' th' wherefores of it, but I do know there ain't a stuck-up bone in 'er body I don't care what nobody says," loyal Silas Chamberlain replied. The new mood stayed with Elizabeth Hunter and called for much perplexed introspection. It had been a perplexing day. There was no reason that she could assign for her contradictory actions.

"Course it's a good un. I dun tell you dat fust." "Well, what is it?" "Mas' Tom, don't you know Mas' Sam always begins 'way back whar' he's been thinkin' an' tells all dat fust so you kin see all de why's and wharfores?" "Yes; but what has that to do with your plan, Joe?"

"Why's he going to be shot? You got any two dollars and a half to pay for him?" He laughed as though that were a joke. Well, it was something of a joke. Stubby got ten cents a week out of his paper money. The rest he "turned in." Then he went back to his paper. There was another long pause before Stubby asked, in that tight queer little voice: "What'd I have to pay two dollars and a half for?