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"Probably she's immersed in Sennier's opera and won't bother about mine." "Women always bother." There was a "b-r-r-r!" in the lobby. Charmian started violently. "What can that be?" Claude went to the door, and returned with Armand Gillier. "Oh, Monsieur Gillier!" Charmian looked at Gillier's large and excited eyes. "You are coming with us?"

"Yesterday, when the sun was shining, it looked funny enough but to-day b-r-r-r- it's horrible." The nobleman's eyes were not keen enough to read the inscription on the placard. When Nicolas read it aloud to him, he muttered an oath, then turned again to the servant, saying: "And does this nonsense bring guests to the rascally host's tavern?"

"A bad morning," spoke the officer. "B-r-r-r! Did you notice the Yerbe Buena yonder? She just grazed us. A bad morning." The stranger turned. As the detective caught the splendid face, the glowing eyes and the youthful smile, he started much as had done the cigar clerk.

While Georg was pacing up and down the room, Adrian gathered his books together, saying: "B-r-r-r, Junker, how you look to-day! One might be afraid of you. Mother is in there already. The tinder-box is rattling; she is probably lighting the lamp." "Are you busy?" asked Georg. "I've finished."

I want to get on, to study and travel, to be a companion to my husband. I don't want to be a mere upper servant!" "No, of course not," assented Mrs. Porter, vaguely, soothingly. "Well, if we are going to stay here, I'll light the stove," Margaret said after a pause. "B-r-r-r! this room gets cold with the windows open! I wonder why Kelly doesn't bring us more wood?" "I guess I'll stay!" Mrs.

However he turned his eyes away, the fat heretic face had forced him to look at it. Meanwhile he had felt as if the devil himself was already stretching out his arm from the ample sleeve to seize him by the collar. "B-r-r-r!" he repeated, and hurried off to Saint Leonhard's chapel in the Golden Cross, where he sprinkled himself eagerly with holy water, and then sought Master Adrian.

If I had been alone in the world, I should not have stopped to consider a second, but on your account, Wilkie, I hesitated." Moved by the thought of the danger he had escaped, M. Wilkie shuddered. "B-r-r-r!" he growled. "You did well to hesitate."

"The body servant of the almoner, Pedro de Soto," was the reply. The bang of the closed outer door was heard at the same moment, for Cassian had rushed into the open air as fast as his feet would carry him. After leaving part of the street behind him, he stopped, and with a loud "B-r-r-r!" shook himself like a poodle that has just come out of the water.

The effect was startling. Buster came to life with a jump, and let out a loud: "B-r-r-r! Whoof!" The ground seemed to tremble as he struggled to his feet, and swung his huge paws at the bee. But the bumblebee, having accomplished its purpose, calmly flew away. Buster rubbed his smarting nose, and growled angrily. Suddenly he caught sight of Bumper grinning at him.

When it was weary of moping and mowing and sobbing and wailing and gibbering, she could curl up at the foot of your bed and sleep; as Czar, here, curls up and sleeps at the foot of mine. A good ghost, you know if he becomes really attached to you is as constant and faithful and affectionate and companionable as a good dog." "B-r-r-r," said the artist. And Czar turned to look at him, questioningly.