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You've had to do it, Sam." "Yes," said Sam, ruefully; "it's a fair teaser." "And if you write to one and miss another they're offended," continued Bill. "But I always mention all of 'em. I say 'love to Sarah, and 'hope Aunt Jane's cold's better, and that sort of thing, and that fills out a page. But I'm blowed if I can find anything else to say.
Joe Pillin had his handkerchief to his mouth; he coughed feebly, then with more and more vigour: "I'm in very poor health," he said, at last. "I'm getting abroad at once. This cold's killing me. What name did you say?" And he remained with his handkerchief against his teeth. Mr. Ventnor repeated: "Larne. Writes stories." Joe Pillin muttered into his handkerchief "Ali! H'm! No I no!
Has the time seemed very long while we were away?" "Oh no, thank you, Aunt Grizzel," replied Griselda, "not at all. I've been quite happy, and my cold's ever so much better, and my headache's quite gone." "Come, that is good news," said Miss Grizzel. "Not that I'm exactly surprised," she continued, turning to Miss Tabitha, "for there really is nothing like tansy tea for a feverish cold."
"There now, ain't you a tiresome boy, speaking in the middle!" But this was followed by: "Well, my dear, I can't take anything myself, the cold's that heavy on me. But that's no reason against a glass for you, after your walk. On'y I tell you, you'll have to make your dinner off potatoes and a herring, that you will, by reason there's nothing else for you.
"I propose to get out of here to-day," Mr. Sprudell announced, with hauteur. "Indeed?" inquired Uncle Bill calmly. "Where do you aim to go?" "I'm going back to Ore City on foot, if need be I'll walk!" Uncle Bill explained patiently: "The trail's wiped out, the pass is drifted full of snow, and the cold's a fright. You'd be lost inside of fifteen yards. That's loco talk." "I'm going to get up."
'Nay, my friend, said Glossin, interrupting him, 'what signifies going over this nonsense? If you are turned chicken-hearted, why, the game's up, that's all; the game's up with us both. 'Chicken-hearted? no. I have not lived so long upon the account to start at last, neither for devil nor Dutchman. 'Well, then, take another schnaps; the cold's at your heart still.
Old Heythorp said with relish: "Her husband was my son by a woman I was fond of before I married; her children are my grandchildren. You've provided for them. Best thing you ever did." "I don't know I don't know. I'm sorry you told me. It makes it all the more doubtful. As soon as the transfer's complete, I shall get away abroad. This cold's killing me.
Norton asked. "I've some business at the camp," Charnock replied in a very grim voice. He went out and as he walked down the track met the locomotive engineer, who stopped. "Is that you, Mr. Charnock? Cold's pretty fierce to-night. How's Mr. Festing?" Charnock had not felt the cold until then, but he shivered and beat his hands as he replied that Festing was badly hurt.
On Father Will's return Farva, speaking apparently less to the priest than to the floor, muttered: "Better let him stop where he is till his cold's better." The Colonel came in. "Leave the child here!" ejaculated the priest. " till he's better able to travel." "Why not?" said the Colonel promptly. "Well, it would be a kindness to keep him a few days. I'll have to travel fast tonight."
Rainer raised his fur collar with a careless gesture. "It's not that that does it the cold's good for me." "And it's not the dinners and dances? What is it, then?" Faxon good-humouredly insisted; to which his companion answered with a laugh: "Well, my uncle says it's being bored; and I rather think he's right!"
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