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Not a bit of it; I chuckled inwardly at the success of my scheme, and impatiently waited an opportunity to take every advantage of my position. At last she awoke; supposing me, of course, to be her husband, she gently chided me for remaining out so late; I did not dare suffer her to hear the sound of my voice, but replied to her in whispers. She suspected nothing and I completed my triumph!
"Don't you think it's just perfectly lovely, Ramsey?" "Yes'm." The next morning Ramsey came into his father's room while Mr. Milholland was shaving, an hour before church time, and it became apparent that the son had someting on his mind, though for a while he said nothing. "Did you want anything, Ramsey?" "Well " "Didn't want to borrow my razors?" "No, sir." Mr. Milholland chuckled.
The hermit chuckled as he said this, and resting his gun against the cliff near the entrance to the first cave, which was a small one, he passed on to the next. Holding the spear in his left band, he threw a stone violently into the cavern.
But it was with the utmost difficulty that he suppressed a shout. Then he laughed softly, for the crackling twigs told him he had seen a creature of flesh and blood, no ghost. He chuckled again and far in the dark a hoot-owl seemed to answer him and his company was a source of comfort. Yet, here was, after all, another problem: What was this white-coated creature?
"He is on the move thanks to the commercial imagination." "I have not seen that hamper for for ever so long," remarked the Doctor. "Nor will you see it much longer," chuckled Casimir, "unless, indeed, we interfere. And by the way, I insist on an examination." "You will not require," said Desprez, positively with a sob; and, casting a moist, triumphant glance at Casimir, he began to run.
He scribbled a few lines on a writing-pad and tossed it across to the detective. "If your friend's innocent," he chuckled, "that'll fetch him to a dead certainty. If he murdered Mackwayte, of course he won't respond. Read it out and let's hear how it sounds!"
I followed her out to the stable, and stayed there until she noticed me and screamed out, "Ha, Joe, Beautiful Joe! Where's your tail? Who cut your ears off?" I don't think it was kind in the cabin boy to teach her this, and I think she knew it teased me, for she said it over and over again, and laughed and chuckled with delight.
"We think her a very exceptional young woman." Mr. Thaddler chuckled. "She is that!" he agreed. "Gad! How she did set things humming! They're humming yet at our house!" He glanced rather rancorously at his wife, and Mrs. Porne wished, as she often had before, that Mr. Thaddler wore more clothing over his domestic afflictions. "Scandalous!" Mrs. Thaddler was saying to Madam Weatherstone.
Shere Ali chuckled and rode by the hooded man. His curiosity increased. It was quite likely that the blanket hid a Mohammedan Pathan from beyond the hills. To come down into the plains and mulct the pious Hindu by some such ingenious practice would appeal to the Pathan's sense of humour almost as much as to his pocket.
I was suddenly very heavy; I was dropping in the blackness ... there was something solid beneath my feet ... a glare of light in my eyes. "Nicely timed, I'll say that," chuckled Vic. "How does our own material little old world look?" "Great!" I stepped quickly away from the machine, drawing Hope with me. "Doesn't it, Hope?" She sighed, a long, shuddering sigh, and snuggled into my arms.
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