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Everybody appeared to be friendly to him, even cordial. Mrs. Acton Carrick talked to him in her pretty, decisive, animated manner, a feminine reflection of her father's characteristic energy and frankness. Her younger sister, Cecile, possessed a drawl like her mother's.
"I have already lodged a complaint," replied the man, "but I was told in answer to my report that there were no means to apply to the purpose." "I know nothing of these things," cried Titianus. "When did you forward your petition to the prefect's office?" "Under your predecessor, Haterius Nepos." "Indeed," said the prefect with a drawl. "So long ago.
I didn't see them, I tell you. I can't say mo-ah than that, can I? You mustn't expect a fellah to see evwybody. Why, it's seem-plee impawsible!" His languid drawl exasperated me. "Oh, bother!"
They'll hear you," cautioned her sister, for Alice was very impulsive at times. Indeed the dudish actor and Miss Pennington were glancing rather curiously in the direction of our friends. Then Miss Dixon came along, whispering something that caused the other to laugh. "Fawncy that now! Only fawncy!" exclaimed Mr. Towne, in his exaggerated English drawl. "That's a good joke on them!"
There, while looking upon blue sea and snowy sails and floating gulls, you may yet hear on the landward side the melodious and plaintive drawl of the meadow-lark, most patient of summer visitors, and, indeed, lingering on this island almost the whole year round. But who cares whither a footpath leads? The charm is in the path itself, its promise of something that the high-road cannot yield.
It's curious, isn't it?" said the prince, delighted to be able to open up conversation upon an outside subject. "Curious enough, yes, but crude, and of course dreadful nonsense; probably the man lies in every other sentence." The general spoke with considerable confidence, and dragged his words out with a conceited drawl.
"Good-morning," she said, with a soft drawl. She sauntered over to her father, kissed him, and hung over the back of his chair. "Did you get that novel for me, Harry?" expectantly regarding her brother. "I forgot it, Sis. But I'll be going to town again soon." The young lady showed that she was annoyed. "By the bye, Sis, there's a young lady over at the Negro school whom I think you'd like."
"A 'knut' is a fellow with a drawl and an eyeglass," said someone. "That just fits my man. I know of an exception to your rule. I know of a 'knut' who did not disappear at the front." "Tell us about him," suggested Jepson. Rawlinson hesitated, and glanced round at each of us in turn.
I believe the poor bloke's been murdered. 'E was a good un, too poor Lanky Lane!" "What!" I exclaimed. "Is that man Lane dead?" "It seems so," Jevons responded. "If he is, then there we have further mystery." "If you doubt it, sir, come with me down to Shadwell," the old man said in his cockney drawl. "Nobody knows about it yet.
After the mirth was over, Gerald went on, "Why does not every one say Amen here?" "Like so many charity children," said Lionel, with a nasal drawl. "No, indeed!" cried Gerald, indignantly; "Edmund does it, and everybody." "Everybody! as if you could tell, who never went to church in your life, except at that little poky place," said Johnny,
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