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Updated: April 30, 2025
Tea, being the quickest drink to make, was brewed, and gulped down by the Overlanders almost as fast as Joe could, pour it. "How fu fu funny you look," chattered Emma, nodding at Miss Briggs. "If I look as funny as I feel, I must be a scream," retorted Elfreda. "Here, here! Don't I get any of that?" cried Hippy, coming up at a run. Tea was served to him. "Ah-h-h-h! Nectar of the gods!
He stepped nearer Rosenblatt and stood in the full light and in the attitude of a soldier at attention. "Behold," he cried, "Michael Kalmar!" "Ah-h-h-h!" Rosenblatt's voice was prolonged into a wail of despair as from a damned soul. "My father!" cried Kalman from across the ravine. "My father! Don't commit this crime! For my sake, for Christ's dear sake!"
Yet if Drusilla was silent it was not from despair for in the morning as Denver was mucking out his tunnel he heard her clear voice mount up like the light of some bird. "Ah, Ah-h-h-h, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." It was the old familiar exercise, rising an octave at the first bound and then fluttering down like some gorgeous butterfly of sound till it rested on the octave below.
Go it, old Demon! Jolly well played, Caesar! Sky him! Well skied, sir! Ah-h-h-h! Well given well taken!" The last, long-drawn-out exclamation proclaimed that "Yards" had been given to Scaife right in front of Damer's base. Damer's retreated; Scaife, with heaving chest, balanced the big ball between the tips of his fingers. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" Scaife had missed an easy shot.
I'll have to be careful she doesn't marry the wrong one. They're headstrong, these Ellisons. Still, I think I can handle this one of them. In fact, I must." She smiled gently and settled down into a half-reverie, purring to herself. "Dear me!" she resumed at length, starting up, "how warm it grows! Where has that girl gone? I do believe she has run away. Delphine! Ah-h-h-h, Delphine!"
"Would he have his head shaved like his Excellency the Hakim?" said the Sheikh. "Got him!" cried the professor excitedly. "Here, Ibrahim, you wanted to know what he can do. He's the Hakim's barber, and can shave a head." "Ah-h-h-h!" said the Sheikh, drawing out the ejaculation to an inordinate length. "He can shave and well?" "Splendidly! Can't he, Morris?"
"Yez!" continued Aurore, keeping up the demonstration, "you wand 'im to 'ave 'is rend so bad! An' I godd honely my cloze; so you juz tague diz to you' fine gen'lemen, 'Sieur Honoré Grandissime." "Ah-h-h-h!" cried the martyr.
"I swear " replied Raoul, resorting to his favorite pledge "on a stack of Bibles that high!" "Ah-h-h-h, pf-f-f-f-f!" This polite expression of unbelief was further emphasized by a spasmodic flirt of one hand, with the thumb pointed outward. "Ask him! ask him!" cried Raoul. "Honoré!" called Sylvestre, rising up. Two or three persons passed the call around the corner of the veranda.
This done, he removed his goatee with the same ease, and was revealed as a good-looking, forceful-faced young man of perhaps thirty-two or so. "Ah-h-h-h!" he breathed with intense satisfaction, "that's a whole heap better. However, I guess the time's coming pretty quick when I can do without this make-up altogether. I shan't be sorry either. Git up!"
"Ah-h-h-h!" says Ballard, bendin' over the paper bag I'm holdin'. "My favorite delicacy. And if I might be permitted to add a bottle or two of cold St. Louis " "Do you think I keep house without an icebox?" demands Zenobia. "Stop your silly speeches, and let's get into the dining-room." Some hustler, Zenobia is, too.
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