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There's old Gandish, who used to be my drawing-master; and my Brighton friends, your uncle and cousin, Barnes. What relations are they to me? must be some relations. Fine fellow your cousin." "Hm," growls Barnes. "Very fine boy, not spirited at all, not fond of flattery, not surrounded by toadies, not fond of drink, delightful boy!
The man eyed me suspiciously for a moment then, turning to his horse with a loud curse, he pulled him up from his haunches, and led him and the cart farther down to one side of the dingle, muttering, as he passed me, 'Afraid! Hm!
I wish he would make up his mind to come and seek me in disguise, of course I would " "He is very timid, and it would not suggest to him anything so unpracticable." "Hm " said Hekt, "perhaps you are right, for when we have to demand a good deal it is best only to ask for what is feasible. One rash request often altogether spoils the patron's inclination for granting favors."
He looked at her absently for a few moments and then past her; he was so lost in thought that he had not heard her question at all. At last he murmured, "I wonder if it would not be better to be open about it? Hm." Then he shook his head and thoughtfully stroked his beard into a point. "What are you saying? What do you mean? Paul!" She laid her hand on his. That aroused him.
"Ye was up in the ither dungeon last night," he said, turning to the man who had aided him; "what was a' the groans an' cries aboot?" "Torturin' the puir lads that tried to escape," answered the man with a dark frown. "Hm! I thoucht as muckle. They were gey hard on them, I dar'say?" "They were that!
Conklin shot a quick glance at the other. "Oh, so you think you'll have to report it, eh?" "Naturally!" "Hm. Well, all right. Only it somehow seems to me that as they were off of school property and were settling an affair in a perfectly regular way it might be overlooked without any harm, Horace. You know best, of course. That's just my notion."
Anna, plump and wealthy, was a good match for any one: old Mr. Frye used to smile when he saw her. "Smooth and sweet," he used to say: "molasses . . . hm . . ." Now she stood dreaming by the stove, until her mother, climbing from the cellar, woke her with a clatter of coal. "Why, you big, awkward girl," cried Mrs. Barly, "whatever are you dreaming about?"
"Well, talking straight and side-stepping subterfuge, this is a lonely place for a woman like you, and our mutual friend ain't altogether unattractive." Cherry's cheeks flamed, but her tone was icy. "This is entirely a business matter." "Hm m ! I ain't never heard you touted none as a business woman," said the adventurer.
Her eyes upon the girl's averted face, Persis measured off the coarse stuff, using her arm as a yard-stick. "Hm! Even with skirts as skimpy as they are now, this won't be enough by a yard and a half. Better call it two yards. It's high time your skirts were coming down where they belong. You can't stay a little girl forever." Some magic had erased the fretful pucker between Diantha's brows.
"Hm!" ejaculated the Yankee skipper, regarding Cabot with an air of interest. "Never should have took you to be the owner of a Newfoundland lobster factory. Sized you up to be a Yankee same as myself, and reckoned you was here on a visit. Seeing as you are the boss, though, how'd you like to trade your pack for my cargo lobsters for groceries? Both of us might make a good thing out of it. Eh?
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