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And I guess you wasn't talkin' why, you was talkin' so fast you had to help out with your hands, just like a frawg.... No, as I say, I feel sorry for these French in more ways than one." "Just how do you display that sorrow?" asked Ensign Madden. Dempsey hesitated an instant, scratched his head, and very carefully drew a line on the tracing-paper in front of him.
Peter wondered if he died would anyone put him in a white box and cover him with flowers; if he died, would he go to heaven and see Tim there? Peter had often been very anxious as to what heaven was like. He had asked Mrs. Dempsey. Her answer had not been quite satisfactory, but then she could not know exactly since she had never been there. And the angels, what were they like? Again Mrs.
"Before you stage the hair-pulling contest," he said, "would you mind telling us poor benighted males what it is all about?" So the girls told them all about Professor Dempsey, and while they talked the boys became more and more excited. Finally Will could keep quiet no longer.
They say there's a grandson come home of the man that was suspected sixty years ago John Dempsey. And some people tell me that this lad had the whole story of the murder from his grandfather who confessed it only last year, when the man died." "Well, if he's dead all right, and has owned up to it, why on earth does the ghost make a fuss?" Hastings shook his head.
"We are going to take you home, Professor Dempsey," Betty told him soothingly, as with Mollie's help she half led, half carried, him through the woods toward the spot where they had left the boat, Amy and Grace following awed and silent behind them. "And as soon as your boys reach home we will bring them to you. Be careful of this big rock. Ah, here's the boat."
If a syndicate of Dempsey, Carpentier, and one of the Zoo gorillas had endeavoured to stay his progress at that moment, they would have had reason to consider it a rash move. Archie wanted to be elsewhere, and the blood of generations of Moffams, many of whom had swung a wicked axe in the free-for-all mix-ups of the Middle Ages, boiled within him at any attempt to revise his plans.
Old Dempsey had been the youngest son of a large farmer, who divided his lands between two elder children, and destined Shamus's father to the Church, sending him abroad for education, and, during its course, supplying him with liberal allowances.
The dancers scattered to the chairs along the walls. Terry O'Sullivan, with his entrancing bow, relinquished a pretty girl in blue to her partner and started back to find Maggie. Dempsey intercepted him in the middle of the floor.
"'May be, sez I. 'Was he a friend av yours that saw ye home four times in the fortnight? "'Yes, sez she, but her mouth was down at the corners, 'An' an' what's that to you? she sez. "'Ask Dempsey, sez I, purtendin' to go away. "'Did you fight for me then, ye silly man? she sez, tho' she knew ut all along. "'Who else? sez I, an' I tuk wan pace to the front.
"What do you want to do, now the war's over?" she said at last, with a smile, looking up. "I suppose I want to settle down somewhere on land, if I had the money." "Here? or in Canada?" "Oh, at home." "I thought so. Well, Mr. Dempsey, Captain Ellesborough and I shall be quite ready to help you in any scheme you take up. You understand?" "That's awfully kind of you but "
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