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It means that you give up your other sweetheart." "That's to be seen," said Deolda in her dark, sultry way. Then she said, as if she was talking to herself: "Life with him would be interesting. He thinks he could crush me like a fly. He can't, though " And then all of a sudden she burst into tears and threw herself in my aunt's lap, sobbing: "Oh, oh! Why's life like this?
"He has left us," Flavia said slowly, with her eyes on Colonel Sullivan. "It's away to Galway City he is," Morty O'Beirne explained with a chuckle. "The saints be between us and harm!" Uncle Ulick exclaimed in astonishment. "And why's he there?" "The story is long," said Colonel Sullivan. "But I can tell it in a few words," Flavia continued with dignity. "And the sooner it is told the better.
That will happen to you, my child but God forbid it ever should happen which happens to wicked kings and rulers, and all men, even the greatest and cleverest, if they do not choose to reign by Lady Why's laws, and decree justice according to her eternal ideas of what is just, but only do what seems pleasant and profitable to themselves.
Simcox delighted to talk to Rosalie, to watch that grave movement of her head, and to hear the short occasional "Why's?" and comments that came like little spurts or quivers as of the engine in initial throbbings pulsing the power it stored. She was absorbing power. The months were going on. The earlier initiation into Mr.
You see very clearly demonstrated how poor is the mental apparatus of the average man. No wonder it is difficult to get Europe on to a basis of common sense when homo sapiens has such a limited brain-box. "I'm staking on the number 13 now," says one. "The number 13 has not come up for thirty-four times. It's almost bound to come soon." "Why's that?" "So as to correspond to the theory of chances."
What on earth he didn't come HERE?" "No; but he sat next to her the other night at the theatre, and she's wild with us for not having warned her." Mr. Spragg's scowl drew his projecting brows together. "Warned her of what? What's Elmer to her? Why's she afraid of Elmer Moffatt?" "She's afraid of his talking." "Talking? What on earth can he say that'll hurt HER?" "Oh, I don't know," Mrs.
"Certainly," said Edwin pacifically, admitting the entire propriety of the visit. "Why's he wearing his best clothes?" Clara demanded suddenly. And Mrs Hamps showed a sympathetic appreciation of the importance of the question. "Ask me another!" said Edwin. "But you can't send for a doctor because a man's wearing his best clothes." Maggie smiled, scarce perceptibly. Albert gave a guffaw.
But there's something you haven't told me I'm not ass enough to have missed that and no doubt that influences you." "I've told you everything that, in honor, I could." "Hmm yes; I dare say...." Quain scowled over the problem for some time. "It's plain enough," he asserted forcibly: "that man was involved in some infernal secret society. Just how and why's the question.
Perhaps this made her say hastily, as she shifted lower on her cushions: "I'm partly ill to-day because you let me see how horribly you are suffering." "Yes," Maurice said heavily. "I let you see it. Why's that?" There was nothing like a shock to either of them in the directness of their words. They seemed spoken rightly at the inevitable time.
"Any fool knows ye ought t' be buried with yer feet t' the east." "Why's that?" "So't ye can hear Gabriel's trumpet better when he blows, an' can rise up facin' him an' be all ready t' go when he calls." "I hadn't thought of that." "Like 's not. Some folks don't. We've got another digger now, an' he knows." For a time conversation ceased, and the farmer drove briskly along the country road.
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