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In spite of the summer warmth of the spot in which they sat her husband's big frame had begun to quiver and shake before her very eyes. Evidently he was trying hard to control the strange fit of shivering which had seized him. "Don't be s-scared, d-dear," he managed to get out between rigid jaws. "It's just a bit of a ch-chill. I'll b-be all right in a m-minute." "In all this sunshine? Why, Red!"
I won't go in for all the Miss Grays in the world!" Pat was seized with such a fit of giggling that she had difficulty in speaking, even in a whisper. "Isn't that funny? We've got to go in. The girls are waiting we'd never hear the last of it! He can't bury us alive. Oh, d-dear " She wadded her handkerchief to her lips and leaned against the wall.
Jimmy took the letter and looked blankly from it to Annette. "Why, it's from you!" "What if it is, you b-booby?" she cried sharply; then she changed her tactics and looked up appealingly through the little square window. "Oh, Jimmy, do help me out! That's a d-dear! I'm in no end of a scrape. You'll do as I ask, now w-w-won't you?" Jimmy surrendered on the spot.
"Th-then s-s-sublime th-things c-c-cost d-dear," answered the goodman, as the banker warmly wrung his hand. "But this, my dear Grandet, if the president will excuse me, is a purely commercial matter, and needs a consummate business man. Your agent must be some one fully acquainted with the markets, with disbursements, rebates, interest calculations, and so forth.
He's usually such a such a sweet dispositioned little dear. I don't know what to make of it. He took me completely by surprise. I don't understand it I don't know what to make of it I can't understand the little the little d-dear." "It is strange, very strange," Miss Ladd agreed, purposing, for policy's sake, to help the girl out of her predicament.
And now, for the first time, Barrymaine's gaze left Chichester's face, and fixed itself upon the open casement instead. "Ha!" he cried, "here comes G-Gaunt at last, D-Dig, and with his hangman at his elbow! But he's t-too late, Dig, he's too l-late I'm going, but I mean to take our friend our d-dear friend Chichester w-with me look now!"
But now I'm sure it'll be easier because I've got you, Aunt Polly. I'm so glad I've got you!" Nancy's aching sympathy for the poor little forlornness beside her turned suddenly into shocked terror. "Oh, but but you've made an awful mistake, d-dear," she faltered. "I'm only Nancy. I ain't your Aunt Polly, at all!" "You you AREN'T?" stammered the little girl, in plain dismay. "No. I'm only Nancy.
Remember, d-dear boys, that this is a serious s-subject. Do p-please sit quiet, Peter McGuffie; your fidgetin' is very t-tryin' indeed, and I 'ope, I mean h-hope, you will make an effort to l-learn.
"This very day we'll go to Manila and see the Captain-General!" declared the raging Doña Victorina to her husband. "You're not a man! It's a waste of money to buy trousers for you!" "B-but, woman, the g-guards? I'm l-lame!" "You must challenge him for pistol or sword, or or " Doña Victorina stared fixedly at his false teeth. "My d-dear, I've never had hold of a " But she did not let him finish.
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