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Suddenly the church door opened and a figure appeared, looking up and down the street. Jack colored he recognized Polly and stepped out into the road. The crowd delicately, but somewhat disappointedly, drew back in the saloon. They did not care to interfere in THAT sort of thing. Polly saw him, and came hurriedly towards him. She was holding something in her hand.
"Only we don't have much vacation in the spring," broke in Greg disappointedly, "and it certainly would be grand to go into camp right after Christmas Day, if we could be warm enough and have enough to eat." "It would be great sport," nodded Dick. "Then let's do it," glowed Greg. "I suppose you have the camping place all picked out, and permission to use it," smiled Prescott.
Radnor's tone. She could account for it; not by the ordinary reading of the feminine in the feminine, but through a husband who professed to know secrets. She was young in years and experience, ten months wedded, disappointedly awakened, enlivened by the hour, kindled by a novel figure of man, fretful for a dash of imprudence. This Mrs.
"Oh, I guess there'd been rumors of gold or silver, and some one, believing the stories, made a map, maybe by hearsay, maybe at first hand. Maybe he talked too much, and some other fellow knocked him on the head and took it." "Don't you think there's anything in it?" inquired Emma Dean disappointedly. "Oh, maybe so, maybe not. Can't say."
The chaps chorused "No." "All the same, it's getting late," Jim went on, pulling out his watch "later than I thought, my word! Come on we'll have to hurry. Billy, you slip along and saddle up the ponies one-time quick!" Billy departed noiselessly. "He never said 'Plenty!" said Wally disappointedly, gathering himself up from the grass. "It was an oversight," Jim laughed.
"I should not have seen him, Meg, it is not meant that I should. Look, darling, I have been near you I was making a sketch of the sunrise." Meg looked in wonder at the sketch. There was no figure there; that was the only point of interest it contained for her at the moment. "It is not there," she said disappointedly; her voice expressed astonishment. "Then you saw nothing?"
We seldom if ever arrest any of the spies we track down, but keep watching, watching, watching, hoping that sooner or later the master-spy will be betrayed into our hands." "You don't think then," said Jane disappointedly, "that old Mr. Hoff is one of the important spies." "We can't tell yet. He may be just one of the cogs perhaps what they call a control-agent. We don't know yet.
There's no room for any false bottom or anything of that sort, d'you see?" Rathbury also sized up the box's capacity. "Looks like it," he said disappointedly. "Well, what about the lid, then? I remember there was an old box like this in my grandmother's farmhouse, where I was reared there was a pocket in the lid. Let's see if there's anything of the sort here?"
Clint smiled. "Thanks, Byrd, but what about?" "Byrd?" murmured the other disappointedly. "Is that the best you can do after our long acquaintance? You you grieve me!" "Amory, then," laughed Clint. "Call me Amy," begged the other. "You'll call me worse than that when you've known me longer, but for now let it be Amy." "All right. And now, please, what am I being congratulated for?"
"Just that one round gone." "Nothin doin' agin'," muttered Slavin disappointedly. He broke the gun and, ejecting the shells put all in his pocket. He then turned to Moran. "D d good job for yu' havin' this alibi, Mister Windy!" he growled, "don't seem anythin' on yu' over this killin' as yet! But yez are goin' tu get ut fwhere th' bottle got th' cork for this other bizness, me man!"
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