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"If you believe he done it and he no business to why don't you just go to the dance, in 'em, and then give 'em back to him after it's ova? It would suv him right." Clementina listened for a moment of temptation, and then shook her head. "It wouldn't do, Mrs. Atwell; you know it wouldn't," she said, and Mrs. Atwell had too little faith in her suggestion to make it prevail.
Make that dress youaself? Well, you do beat the witch! I want you should come to my room with me." Mrs. Atwell showered other questions and exclamations on the girl, who explained how she happened to be there, and said that she supposed she must stay where she was for fear Mr. Lander should come back and find her gone; but Mrs. Atwell overruled her with the fact that Mrs.
"I will, when I got something to tell," said Mrs. Atwell. "Now, you just say what's happened, Clementina Claxon! "Clementina suffered the woful truth to be drawn from her. "But you don't know whether it's so or not," the landlady protested. "Yes, yes, I do! It was the fast thing I thought of, and the chef wouldn't have said it if he didn't believe it." "That's just what he would done," cried Mrs.
He was secretly displeased that Mignon had been chosen to sing in his operetta, and almost on first acquaintance he had formed a dislike for Ronald Atwell. Behind his polished manners he read insincerity, and he was sorry that Professor Harmon had asked this newcomer to assist in managing the production.
This loftily from Muriel, who was afraid to cross the French girl. "My mother told me never to speak to any of those crazy Stevens persons," added Susan Atwell, with a toss of her curly head. "I don't care so very much for this Dean girl, either." "Oh, you make me tired, the whole lot of you," cried Jerry, with angry contempt.
Atwell and I, from our first-aid pouches, put a tourniquet on his arm to stop the bleeding, and then gathered up our equipment. We realized that we were in a dangerous spot. At any minute a shell might drop on the road and finish us off.
Mary's sullen face cleared. Here at last was a girl who seemed to be sincere. She unbent slightly and smiled. Mignon returned the smile in her most amiable fashion. "Pardon me for a moment." Mignon turned in her seat and began fumbling in a little leather bag that lay on her desk. Mary felt a quick, light touch on her arm. Susan Atwell began making violent signs at her behind Mignon's back.
Maybe more. And you other fellers clost to as much." "But we can't do nothin'." "We can buy him off," said Atwell. The meeting at that moment became noisy. Epithets were applied with freedom to Scattergood, and even to Atwell, for these were not men who loved to part with their money. However, Atwell showed them the economy of it.
I don't want to take you away from her, but IF. You sha'n't go int' the dinin'room, or be under anybody's oddas but mine. Now, will you?" "I'll see, Mrs. Atwell. I don't like to say anything till I know what Mrs. Landa wants." "Well, that's right. I decla'e, you've got moa judgment! That's what I used to say about you last summa to my husband: she's got judgment. Well, what's wanted?" Mrs.
How the wounded ever survived a ride in it was inexplicable to me. It was worse than riding on a gun carriage over a rocky road. The driver of the ambulance was a corporal of the R.A.M.C., and he had the "wind up," that is, he had an aversion to being under fire. I was riding on the seat with him while Atwell was sitting in the ambulance, with his legs hanging out of the back.
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