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I counted up all the life-boats I could see, and ven I estimate the number of peoples on board, w'y, by gracious, the loss of life vould be frightful, gentlemen. The only chance we would haf would be for approxi-madely fifty percent of the peoples on board to be killed outright by the explosion." "I hear there is a detective from Chicago on board, with a prisoner," ventured Mr. Fitts.
In any case, he panned her for it, and afterwards repented. Told me in so many words that he felt like a blooming cad about it, and couldn't rest till he had apologized." Fitts took several puffs at his pipe and then remarked: "That man has the biggest wash of anybody in this camp.
A few terse words to Buck Chizler sent that active young man after Fitts, the bearer of instructions. Sancho Mendez was to be brought in alive. His guards were not to be given a chance to kill him when they realized that the scheme had failed and he would be allowed to tell his own story. With the departure of Fitts and his men, Percival ordered the people to return to their cabins.
"Mercy, how you must hate him, Miss Clinton," cried one of her house-mates. "I only wish I were a man," cried the other, clenching her fists. "It would simplify matters tremendously," came in dry, masculine tones from the outskirts of the group. They turned and discovered Randolph Fitts. He was smiling sympathetically. "I don't quite see what you mean, Mr. Fitts," said Ruth, after a moment.
Ida, who had been looking out of the window, turned suddenly round, and exclaimed, in great astonishment: "Why, Charlie Fitts, is that you?" "Why, Ida, where did you come from?" asked the boy, with a surprise equaling her own. "I'm making a little journey with this lady," said Ida. "So you're going to Philadelphia?" said Charlie. "To Philadelphia!" repeated Ida, surprised. "Not that I know of."
"Who wants to know it anyway?" said Fitts, who was quite vexed now, "I'm sure I don't," and he went out with a slight intimation that he had securely closed the door behind him. At nine o'clock Henry Rayne came downstairs, looking tired and pale, and instead of his usual hearty breakfast, he merely drank a cup of warm coffee.
"I'd have you know that I never keep anything I borrow, that is, never more than a day. It's against my principles. Don't ask me for your dommed old knife. I lent it weeks ago to Soapy Shay." "You did?" cried Fitts, incredulity and relief in his voice. "Much obliged. I haven't been able to look Soapy in the face for a month. Did he recognize it?" "I think he did. He kissed it."
"Is't annything ye'd be wantin sur?" "Yes Potts," Rayne answers, still lying back among his crimson cushions, "Go and ask Fitts if he called for the mail at my office to-day. He knows what his duty is when I am not well enough to be stirring"
Here it is used in the sense of the different cantos or "fitts" of the poem, as in the "Gudrun" and other M.H.G. epics. Among the courtly poets it also frequently denotes the source, or is the personification of the muse of poetry.
And to think that only this afternoon I saw all of those gawky girls working in the fields, their legs the colour of tan bark, with sandals that looked like canal-boats, skirts made of hemp, just regular kids. And you transform them tonight into gleaming cloudlets to float upon the ambient atmosphere " "For heaven's sake, Pete, stop being an author and talk like a real man," interrupted Fitts.
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