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If you'd waited a minute I'd have been at him. We were a bit behind the rest, and Jack started giving me points about lefts and rights, and 'half-arms', and that sort of thing. 'He's left-handed, and that's the worst of it, said Jack. 'You must only make as good a show as you can, and one of us will take him on afterwards. But I just heard him and that was all.
"Well and now the question is, will you take the part of the Nurse or not in the dramatics?" asked Mrs. Munger, returning to business. "Well, I must think about that, and I must ask Mr. Wilmington. Jack," she called over her shoulder to the young man at the window, "do you think your uncle would approve of me as Juliet's Nurse?" "You'd better ask him," growled the young fellow. "Well," said Mrs.
"Not so hot as yesterday," said Flower, with a conciliatory smile. "It's 'otter than it was yesterday," said the old man. "What ha' you done to your face?" "I was climbing a tree," said Flower, with a laugh, "and I fell down; I've hurt my foot, too." "Served you right if you'd broke your neck," said his amiable host, "climbing trees at your time o' life."
You'd say he must go away east or west to the sea for change of air to get well. That's nonsense, and it isn't necessary. You are absolutely wrong in your diagnosis if that's what you call it. He is going to stay here. You aren't going to drive away one of our boarders and take the bread out of our mouths. Anyhow, you're wrong.
She looked round as he came, and her face livened. "Well, Wilmet?" "You're an early bird, Mr. Derek." "Haven't been to bed." "Oh!" "Been up Malvern Beacon to see the sun rise." "You're tired, I expect!" "No." "Must be fine up there. You'd see a long ways from there; near to London I should think. Do you know London, Mr. Derek?" "No." "They say 'tis a funny place, too."
The return to health was quicker and more complete than I had dared to hope; the craving for morphia has not reappeared, and I do not think it will." "Oh, you darling!" cried Amaryllis. "I always thought you'd something to do with it." "It is the story of two cases only, I admit," continued Caldegard.
"Would you step in here, sir, and wait for my master?" he went on hastily, drawing aside the portière from a door close by. "I shouldn't have given you the bother of going so far before, only I thought you'd come on business which would take you to that part of the house. This is the drawing-room, sir, if you'll be pleased to walk in, and I'll fetch you your hat and stick from the studio."
And the first place I looked for when you gave me these glasses was that wash where you made your two fires." "If you'd had them then," ventured Wunpost at last, "you'd've been able to see me plain." "Yes," she sighed, "but I found you anyhow. Doesn't it seem a long time ago? And it was only the end of last May."
"I hear you there can't you be quiet and not be disturbin' the mass, you haythens?" Again he proceeded in silence, till the crying of a child interrupted him. He looked round quickly. "You'd better kill the child, I think, thramplin' on him, Lavery. Go out o' that your conduct is scandalous Dominus vobiscum!"
"I say," said Duff, brushing aside the compliment, "did young Pickles get through? That young devil is the limit. You'd have thought he was hunting coyotes." "Yes, he got through. Got a blighty though, I guess. It was he that told me about McCuaig." "Well, Pilot, old man," said Duff, taking him by the arm, "get out! Get out! Don't waste time. There may be a break any minute. Get out of here."
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