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Updated: June 7, 2025
"I think you're quite right, dear. Who?" "The Prince. Do listen, Marion. The Prince of this island, His Highness, the Prince of Mervo. I'm going to send for him and put him on the throne again." "You can't, dear. He's dead." "I know he's dead. You can't faze me on the history of this place. He died in ninety-one.
"They can't faze Blake," whispered Walter Osborne, hugging himself joyfully, as once again Blake gave a calm and sure rejoinder to the Scout Master's query. "No wonder!" replied Don Miller. "He has had all this practical work over at Ralph Kenyon's!" "What's the matter with Bud Morgan?" asked Arthur Cameron. "He makes me proud to be a Wolf! He has always been loony over surveying, you know."
"Say, what is the matter with all of you? Does the name of Newport faze you? Don't you know that human nature is the same the world over in all time and in all places, and that the venturesome fellow appeals to all classes rich as well as poor? Let me tell you, boys, if you will stand by me in this deal I'll pull you through all right.
Isn't that true, Vorse?" "Yes." "They could mean only one thing," said Gordon. "When the Judge went out he said to me," Vorse stated, "'That was for you too. I had my hand on my gun under the counter as he said it, ready if he made a move. He knew what I had there, but it didn't faze him. He's a better man than Joe Weir ever was, I want to remark, and different; he has nerve and a bad eye.
Helen wouldn't have to work now but don't you say that to Helen! What do you think, Katie? She even wants to keep on working after we're married!" That planted Katie firmly within. "Oh, she can't do that, Fred." "Well, I wish you'd tell her she can't. That's where we are now. We stick on that point. I try to assert my manly authority, but manly authority doesn't faze Helen much.
He paints a bit, plays the 'cello pretty fair, has a collection of ivory carvin's, and has traveled all over the lot. You can't faze him with the snappy repartee, either; for that's his specialty. As for the Baron, his long suit was listenin'. He was a bear for it.
It was a rough ride, over water-washed boulders down the Dyea Valley; but he roused only when the wagon hit the highest places. Any altitude of his body above the wagon- bed of less than a foot did not faze him. The last mile was smooth going, and he slept soundly. He came to in the grey dawn, the driver shaking him savagely and howling into his ear that the Athenian was gone.
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