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"You haven't carried out your part of the contract yet," she reminded him. "I've told you what, but you haven't told me why." "I mean to. Are you waiting for some one?" "I am waiting for a 'bus to take me home." "Where are you going to let it take you? Where is your home, I mean?"
It was two o'clock when I woke, and, arter a couple o' pork-pies and a pint or two, I sat on a seat in the Park smoking, while she kep' dabbing 'er eyes agin and asking me to come 'ome. At five o'clock I got up to go back to the wharf, and, taking no notice of 'er, I walked into the street and jumped on a 'bus that was passing.
Ryan does not approve of the bus; besides, they do not seem to be running. So she suggests your going in my car, which will come back for you after it has taken me home. Will you tell your sister it's the only thing to do? asked Mr. James. It did not strike Vava that the junior partner might have given his own message to his secretary, and agreed to deliver it; and, as Mrs.
One Colonel Newcome, a grave-looking man, used to come to church in a bus of this sort, with nine daughters and four sons, like a patriarch. The strangers thought it was a boarding-school, till he presented the entire flock, with paternal pride, as 'my treasures.
There was no one in sight but the station-master, who called out from the ticket office: "Did you want to go to the village? The 'bus won't be down till the next train: but maybe you can ride up on the ice wagon." "Thanks," the stranger replied. "I think I'll wait for the 'bus, if it's not too long."
Tall, with thick red hair, Mike looked, ate, and at times acted like a wild Viking. In reality, he was a wild UCSD medical student. Once he told me that he occasionally slept in his Volkswagon bus in campus parking lots. "You really do that?" I asked. "Yeah. The cops don't like it, though." "What do they do?" "They shake the van and try to get me to come out." "Do you?" "Nah.
"He walked as far as Bow with them follering'im, and then he jumped on a bus and rode back as far as Whitechapel. There was no sign of 'em when he got off, and, feeling a bit lonesome, he stood about looking in shop- windows until 'e see them coming along as hard as they could come. "'Why, halloa! he ses. 'Where did you spring from?
One beautiful sunny afternoon they rode up on top of a Fifth Avenue motor 'bus to 90th Street, and Godmother pointed out the houses of many multi-millionaires. She knew things about many of them, too sweet, human, heart-touching things about their disappointments and unsatisfied yearnings which made one feel rather sorry for them than envious of their splendours.
The bus won't be here for another half-hour." They sat down on a bench by the path. "For instance, Gerald Carter, he's published a novel. He absolutely roars when people mention immortality. And then Howa well, another man I've known well, lately, who was Phi Beta Kappa at Harvard says that no intelligent person can believe in Supernatural Christianity.
I saw that she was all tense and strung up. 'Good-bye, she whispered. 'And thank you ever so much for being so good to me. I'll do what you told me to-night. If it kills me, I will. 'That's good, I returned. 'But it won't kill you, you know. I smiled at her as she got on to the bus, and she smiled pitifully back. I walked back to my rooms.
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