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He will quietly hear to the end some long speech that concludes with an offer, and will answer it all with the one monosyllableYok,” which means distinctlyNo.” I caught one glimpse of the old heathen world.

'A gentleman who speaks so, sir, said a volunteer mimic of the office, crowing and questioning from his throat in Goren's manner. 'Yok! yok! That was how he spoke, sir. Evan reddened, for it brought the scene on board the Jocasta vividly to his mind. The heavier business obliterated it.

Yok means merely no in Turkish, but it conveyed enough to Gregor to send him back to his place between his women and the Turk unashamedly obedient, leaving Maga standing beside Will. Maga did not glance again at Kagig, for I watched intently. There was simply no understanding the relationship, although Fred affected his usual all-comprehensive wisdom. "Another claimant to the title!" he said.

Joe raised his glass in Gilbert's direction. "Here's to friends." "Oh, you have some?" "Yok, Gilbert." Mo appeared. "See?" "See what?" she asked. "Sorry, I was talking to Gilbert. You are my friend, aren't you?" "How long have you been here?" "Two minutes." "Very pretty friend," Gilbert said. "Too good for you. May I get you a drink?" "Lillet on the rocks, please."

She drove along Oneawa Street past the Racquet Club. Joe pointed. "See that hedge? I planted it!" A tall oleander hedge curved along the club drive. "A hundred small bushes," Joe said, "took me almost all day." "Your roots in Hawaii?" "Yok. I used to live there with Sally and Kate. I was the manager." "How old is Kate?" "Twenty-seven. Hard to believe. Where are we going?" "Tops."

Let us continue with a moral digression. To see a family reading the Sunday paper gratifies. The sections have been separated. Papa is earnestly scanning the page that pictures the young lady exercising before an open window, and bending but there, there! Mamma is interested in trying to guess the missing letters in the word Nw Yok.

He had a whistling show on a radio station over there, fifteen minutes a week." "Really?" "Yup. He was a mighty muscle man thirty years older than I was. I could barely keep up with him. The good thing about Whistling Ed was that he didn't talk much." "Giving you free rein . . . " "Yok. No. I didn't talk either, so we got along well.

He was able to bring her to, but on January 12 she found it almost impossible to talk. Her last words were a prayer in the African language called Efik. "O Abasi, sana mi yok," said Mary. "O God, release me!" Janie, the first twin Mary had saved, was now a beautiful black woman. She and other children Mary had saved and adopted were watching beside Mary's bed through the night. A rooster crowed.

Instead, she glanced toward Kagig, who, strangely enough, was lolling on his blankets as if nothing in the world could interest him less. The glance took as swift effect as an electric spark that fires a mine. He stiffened instantly. "Yok!" he shouted, and at once there ceased to be even a symptom of impending trouble.

I wouldn't trade that for anything, but . . . So, how's your love life?" Morgan's eyebrows raised. "Prospects are bright," he said. "Prospects, plural?" "Singular," he said. "Yok, excellent. And the book, how's that coming along?" "Slowly. My publisher's annoyed, but he's used to delays." "And The Houses of the Hudson Valley aren't going anywhere." "I wish that were true," Morgan said.