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How long have they been?" "They will be down very soon now, Myrtella. Don't tear your handkerchief like that. Here, take mine." But Myrtella's eyes were too full of terror for tears; she sat with her hands locked about her knees swaying to and fro. "I've never told nobody," she went on wildly; "all these years I've kept it bottled up in my soul 'til it's eat it plumb out. I never done it to Chick!
As he motioned towards the door, Walter could only bow his head and retire. Miss Tox, seeing that the Captain appeared about to do the same, interposed. 'My dear Sir, she said, addressing Mr Dombey, at whose munificence both she and Mrs Chick were shedding tears copiously; 'I think you have overlooked something.
Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows, and was again full of commiseration. 'I quite fret and worry myself about her, said Mrs Chick, with a sigh of modest merit. 'I really don't see what is to become of her when she grows older, or what position she is to take. She don't gain on her Papa in the least. How can one expect she should, when she is so very unlike a Dombey?
Furthermore, Venner's visit was made only yesterday afternoon, less than twenty-four hours before the robbery occurred. It seems hardly probable that Boyden was already in league with the Kilgore gang; and, if he was not, it is even less probable that he so quickly got in touch with them." "By Jove! that's so," cried Chick.
The mothers were stately, comfortable dames, and the chicks, round little creamy balls, very tame and fascinating. They came quite close to Norah as she stooped to feed them, and one chick, bolder than his brethren, even stood on the back of her hand. Wally admired without stint, and proceeded to discharge the practical duty of rinsing out the water tins and filling them afresh.
"And Deever's man I got a glimpse of him struck me as a liar in the first degree. I took him for a man Deever had hired, in order to hurry up his vengeance on Dr. Jarvis." "But as they told the same story, and Prescott can have no connection with Deever or the other man, it must be true." "Right; but the meaning of it " Chick paused. Suddenly a flash came from his eyes. "I have it!" he cried.
"A good scheme, too." "I should say so." "Some o' the crawling divils are as bad as they look," added the stage hand, while he helped to place the snake den squarely on the stage. "What do you mean?" inquired Chick, still gingerly surveying them. "Pizen!" "Venomous?" "You bet! Durn 'em, I wouldn't touch one of them for the wealth of Rockefeller."
The boxing was of the best, and the local lad, Tim Chick, performed with credit against his experienced antagonist. All the comic man's songs aimed at the folly of marriage and the horrors of domesticity. He seemed to be singing at Raymond, who roared with the rest and hated the humourist all the time.
"It's too big for a chick, for one thing, and besides you can see perfectly well it isn't a chick. "It's more like a bustard than a chick." "For my part," said Redwood, reluctantly allowing Bensington to drag him into the argument, "I must confess that, considering all the evidence " "Oh I if you do that," said Mr. Bensington's cousin Jane, "instead of using your eyes like a sensible person "
I was a poor, little, lonely chick with frivolous tendencies, and they all clucked me over into this Carter nest, which they considered well-feathered for me. It gave them all a sensation when they found out from the will just how well it was feathered. And it gave me one too. All that money would make me nervous if Mr. Carter hadn't made Dr.
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