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Updated: June 14, 2025
In a little while I should lose interest in it. It wouldn't be alive, if you can get what I mean. Just as a man would rather have a homely woman to talk to than a beautiful window dummy to admire. A stone to interest me must have a story a story of murder and loot, of beautiful women, palaces. "Br-r-r!" cried Burlingame. "Why, I've seen emeralds I would steal with half a chance.
Rupert was filling a black pipe which allowed him to resemble in very slight degree, decided Val an explorer in an English tobacco advertisement. Val himself was stretched full length on the couch with about ten pounds of cat attempting to rest on his center section in spite of his firm refusal to allow the same. "Br-r-r!" Ricky shivered. "It's cold in here."
Add all that up, together with rates of interest to usurers, and you will soon find a million." "Br-r-r!" exclaimed the old notary. "Go on. What next?" "Well, I wanted, in the first place, to complete for my wife that set of jewels of which she had the pearl necklace clasped by the family diamond, the 'Discreto, and her mother's ear-rings.
Out in the courtyard the four juniors of Leif's train were resting in the shade of the great hall, after a vigorous ball-game. It was four weeks since the crew of the "Sea-Deer" had come into shore-quarters; and though the warmth of August was in the sunshine, the chill of dying summer was already in the shadow. Sigurd drew his cloak around him with a shiver. "Br-r-r!
But the boys were waiting for a chance to play their mean trick. On the fourth night Kentigern rose as the chapel clock boomed "twelve!" and went down to the kitchen to give the hungry fire its midnight lunch of snappy wood. But as soon as he stepped into the great empty hall he knew something was wrong. Br-r-r! The air was damp and chilly, and there was no crimson glow on the hearthstones.
"Honey darlin'!" said Mrs. Connors, standing erect and placing her cheek against the third button of his waistcoat. "Wow! how I love the woman!" he cried, closing his hands softly about her throat and tilting her head backward again. "Darlin', you hurt!" "Br-r-r can't help it!" When Mr.
Br-r-r!" "Move around and get warm," advised Norton, striking out. "It isn't bad when you get used to it." But Tom, accustomed to the tempered water of the school tank, groaned and refused to be optimistic. "Bet it isn't a bit over forty-five," he muttered. Steve was already well out in the cove, pursued by Norton.
The br-r-r of a dozen shots from a German machine- gun gave point to his conclusion. "Our infantry is hugging what we have and intrenching. You'd better not go up. One has to know the way, or he'll walk right into a sharpshooter's bullet" instructions that would have been applicable a year later when one was about to visit a British trench in almost the same location.
"Neither can I. I feel chilly every time I think of it. Br-r-r!" Jerry made pretense of shivering. "Well, we all know whose fault that was," shrugged Leila. "Precisely what I said just before we left the train," nodded Jerry. "We couldn't understand for a long time why those three Sans should have taken it upon themselves at all to meet our train. We have a clear idea now of why it was.
You see that I've hinged a pane of winder-glass and hitched it to a bevelled stick that tips inward. Cat gets up on the sill outside and meows. Dog runs to the winder and stands up to see, and puts his paws on the stick because it's his nature for to do so. Pane tips in. If it's our cat, dog don't stop her comin' in. If it's a strange cat br-r-r, wow-wow! Off she goes!" Mr.
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