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"Really, mama, how absurd! Is the old man wanting to marry me? Are you to have the billing and cooing by proxy?" There was no mistake about it, adversity had not improved Bessie; her mother had to admit to herself that she was even sometimes vulgar. "You might have spared me that, I think, Bessie," poor Mrs. Day said. She was deeply offended and hurt.
Here comes Billing with his camera. Pull yourself together now, Mary Ellen, and try to look as if you were proud of your distinguished relative. It isn't every girl of your age who has a General for a great uncle." Mr. Billing approached. The corners of his lips were twitching in a curious way. Dr. O'Grady looked at him suspiciously. A casual observer might have supposed that Mr.
"Perhaps I forgot to mention," said Dr. O'Grady, "that Mary Ellen must be presented. She's the grand niece of General John Regan." "Are you really?" said Mrs. Gregg. "It's what the doctor has put out about me," said Mary Ellen. "It isn't a matter of what I've put out or haven't put out," said Dr. O'Grady. "Mr. Billing has publicly acknowledged her as the grand niece of the General.
Duncan say to a caller that she was going to leave your house and take rooms elsewhere, as she could not endure your "billing and cooing." Do you know, Ruth, that nearly all the trouble between mothers-and daughters-in-law is due to vanity and jealousy. Fifty mothers are friends to their daughters' husbands where one is a friend to her son's wife.
Billing, "that this town kind of cries out to be wakened up a bit." "I wouldn't say," said Doyle, "but it might be the better of it." Mary Ellen turned round and looked at Mr. Billing. She felt that he was likely, if he were really bent on waking up the town, to begin with her. It did not please her to be wakened up. She looked at Mr. Billing anxiously.
"Billing and cooing! That's the way you think of it. That's the way you talk of it! As though it were something you had to do. Oh, I hate love! I hate life! I hate philosophy! I wish I could die." "Now, Angela, for Heaven's sake, why will you take on so? I can't stand this. I can't stand these tantrums of yours. They're not reasonable. You know I love you. Why, haven't I shown it?
Father McCormack he's the parish priest, and we haven't asked him yet, but he'll put down his name for £10 at least. He always supports every kind of good work liberally." "Gentlemen," said Mr. Billing, "you may put me down for five hundred dollars." Doyle and Gallagher drew pieces of paper and pencils from their pockets.
Billing, the doctor's wife, emerge from "Littlecote" and, hammering on the window to attract notice, she flew down to open the hall door. Mrs. Billing, a stout, middle-aged lady, looked unusually hot and flustered as she waddled through the little green gate and entered the cottage.
It would come by-and-by to be a hard task for the stone and lime victim to hold its place, with its sinews of run mortar, against these tyrants of the wood. And then they were as full of noises as Babel itself noises a thousand times more heterogeneous croaking, chirping, screeching, cawing, whistling, billing, cooing, cuckooing. "What a place to live in!"
I have before spoken of Robertson's fondness for love-scenes. There are almost as many of them in one of his comedies as in one of Mr. Anthony Trollope's novels. And they are generally very good. What can be more delicious than the "spooning" in Home, if it is not the billing and cooing in Ours?
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