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Hamar would on no account accept his friends' invitation to breakfast on the sausages and ham they had run such risks in procuring; he made hasty tracks for a snug restaurant in Bolter's Street, where he had a sumptuous repast for a dollar; and then slunk home. Shortly before midnight all three met again, and at once commenced preparations for the second test.
"Not that I know of. Queer fish; kept queer company. Even if she was ever so fond of dogs, I don't think a girl would have cared for Bolter's kennel. Not in her bedroom anyway." "But she could surely have got him to keep them outside, however doggy he was?" "He was not doggy a bit. I don't know that Bolter ever saw the black dogs himself. He certainly never told me so.
Bolter's respect visibly increased, and became tempered, at the same time, with a degree of wholesome fear, which it was highly desirable to awaken. 'It's this mutual trust we have in each other that consoles me under heavy losses, said Fagin. 'My best hand was taken from me, yesterday morning. 'You don't mean to say he died? cried Mr. Bolter. 'No, no, replied Fagin, 'not so bad as that.
She might have heard of my return from London, and my visit to Bolter's Lock, which, connected with my continued absence, might tend greatly to alarm her. I returned to Windsor by the Long Walk, and passing through the town towards the Castle, I found it in a state of agitation and disturbance. "It is too late to be ambitious," says Sir Thomas Browne.
Ain't I saw you before, Miss?" said Hunchie, staring at Betty. "At Mr. Bolter's?" "Yes, yes!" cried Betty. "Can the mare travel on this hard snow?" "Yes, ma'am. I didn't draw the calks for I exercised 'er each d'y, I did. I didn't want 'er to fall. An' now I failed myself!" The two girls looked at each other significantly. Ida was easily led out of the room. Betty put the question to her.
"You haven't very much chance of going there. But, crimpy! wouldn't it be great if Uncle Dick did take us?" "Remember our school duties, children," drawled Louise. "'Still H E ving, still pursuing. We must not cry for the moon." Thus, with a great deal of laughter and good-natured chatter, the cavalcade trotted on and came finally to what Louise and Bobby said was the entrance to Bolter's Farm.
"Hypercriticism!" said the Beach-comber. "What happened next might be hyperaesthesia I suppose you mean abnormal intensity of the senses but how could hyperaesthesia see through a tweed coat and lining?" "Well, what happened next?" "Bolter's firm used to get sheep by every mail from , and send them regularly to their station, six miles off.
That particular one deals with Mr. Bolter's black mare, Ida Bellethorne. Cliffdale is the place he was shipping her to far her health." "Never!" cried Bobby. "Oh, Bob! Is that so?" gasped Betty. Bob burst into open laughter. "That's a good one on you and on your friend, Ida," he declared. "If she has gone to meet her aunt up in New York State she'll meet a horse instead. How's that for a joke?"
"We're going right across country to Bolter's stock farm," Louise told her. "Here's where we turn off. There will be some fences. Can you jump a fence, Betty?" "I can go anywhere this gray horse goes," declared Betty proudly. But Bob rode up beside her before they came to the first jump. "Look out for the icy places, Betsey," he warned her. "None of these horses are sharpened.
When the sheep ran away to right or left in the dark, he told us where to follow." "He heard them, I suppose," said I. "Maybe, but you must be sharp to have sharper senses than these niggers. Anyhow, that was not Bolter's account of it.
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