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"It does n't matter," remarked Mr. Bombus; "for even if you did you could n't apply it in this case. But we 're getting on in our journey. Yes, indeed, we seem to be really getting on." "Why, I should hope so!" returned Betty. "It seems to me I never flew so fast in all my life before and for such a long time. If we were n't getting on, I think I should be discouraged.
An inner logia was connected with a suite of apartments. There was also an exedra, or recess. Among the Romans, theatrical approbation was signified by an artificial musical kind of noise, made by the audience to express satisfaction. There were three species of applause denominated from the different noises made in them, viz.: Bombus, Imbrius, and Testae.
The word bombard, also much used during the Great War, came into English at the end of the seventeenth century from the French word bombarder, which came from the Latin word bombarda, an engine for throwing stones, and which in its turn came from the Latin word bombus, meaning "hum."
But the more ample passage in acaule would suggest the medium-sized Bombus as better adapted as the experiment herewith pictured from my own experience many times would seem to verify, while a honey-bee introduced into the flower failed to fulfil the demonstration, emerging at the little doorway above without a sign of the cordial parting token.
"Nevertheless and notwithstanding," sez Doctor Bombus, blandly ignoring Josiah's muttering impatience, "I can but recapitulate my former prescription, a temporary translation from surrounding environment." And he gathered up his saddle bags and went out, bagoning me out into the hall as he did so. And then he advised me to take him to the St. Louis Exposition.
Bombus considered a moment, And then asked, "Do you know where Now is?" Betty thought a minute, and then replied, "I suppose it is Here, sir." "Right!" assented the old gentleman, promptly. "Now, if you had said There, it would have been wrong; for Then is There. You see, this is the way: When we have lived in Now until it is all used up, it changes into Then, and, instead of being Here, is There.
We seem to be almost running a race, we go so quickly." "We are running a race," observed Mr. Bombus. Betty opened her eyes wide and said: "Why, I did n't know it. When did we begin?" "When we started, Child. Pray, don't be stupid!" replied her friend, a little severely. "But with whom are we running it?" queried Betty. "With Time," whispered Mr. Bombus, confidentially.
Bombus for bringing her there, quite forgetting she had pleaded with him to do so; and his smiling at her in that very superior fashion provoked her sadly, and she began upbraiding him, between her sobs and tears, for his unkindness and severity. "It would only have been harder in the end," replied her companion, calmly.
Nothing else is possible in the flower, and whether it is Bombus or not that effects it, the method is sufficiently evident.
Things are being done here that are always going to be done behind there. It's great fun." But at these words Betty's face grew very grave, and a sudden thought struck her that was anything but "great fun." Would she be set to doing all the things she had promised to do "by and by"? "I 'm afraid so," said Mr. Bombus, replying to her question though she had only thought it.
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