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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Mine boy, have he comin' back?" asked Mrs Winklemann, who was awakened by the conversation. "Na; he's no come back yet, but he'll be here afore lang, nae doot. Be quiet noo, like guid bairns. I canna let yer legs doon yet, for the floor's dreedfu' wat.
It summoned Felicia peremptorily, and she ran downstairs and out to look at the "ten acres of land, peach and apple orchards." Kirk went, too, his hand in hers. "It's an easy house," he confided. "You'd think it would be hard, but the floor's different all over bumpy, and as soon as I find out which bump means what, I'll know how to go all over the place. I dare say it's the same out here."
West with dignity, "a floor's cooler than a bed and it saves mussing the spread." Persis studied her thoughtfully. "I can't say you look cool, Mis' West. I guess I never saw you so fire-red as you are at this minute. But if that's your idea of having a good time, why, every one to his taste, as the old woman said when she kissed the cow." She rose with a dignity that matched Mrs.
I gasped, springing out of bed, but only to reel and stagger about before falling heavily. "That's just how it served me," said Tom. "Kneel down, Mas'r Harry, same as I do. The house is as drunk as a fiddler, and the floor's going just like the deck of a ship." "Where are you?" I cried, trying to collect my scattered faculties, for, awakened so suddenly from a deep sleep, I was terribly confused.
Bottom floor's two old unmarried maiden ladies what always travels by 'bus. So does all their blarsted friends an' relations. Where can old Tom Brian 'ave been comin' from, if it wasn't Palace Mansions?" "H'm!" said Dunbar, "you are a loss to the detective service, my lad! And how do you account for the fact that Brian has not got to hear of the inquiry?"
"We got to turn the coach over," exclaimed Buck, "the top an' floor's a whole lot thicker than the sides, and besides, as it is there's nothin' to prevent the bullets from comin' in underneath. Lend a hand, everybody, and we'll get 'er over." He crept in between the mules and commenced unharnessing them.
The floor's a bit damp and cold to sit on, and I want a drink damn bad!" Flint swung about and faced him, pale and shaking, tortured with fear and with longing for his dope. "You you don't think it will be long, eh, do you?" he demanded. "Not long before we're taken out?" Waldron shrugged his shoulders and blew a long, thin arrow of smoke athwart the brightly-lighted air.
"That's more than can be said for all the children in the house, I expect," murmured the grey girl. The young woman replied emphatically, as though voicing an old grievance: "The three on the first floor's not so bad, but I don't let 'em 'ave anything to do with that lot at the top." Thyme saw her new friend's hand hover over the child's head like some pale dove.
Father Beret took the letter without apparent interest and said: "Thank you, my son, sit down again; the door-log is not wetter than the stools inside; I will sit by you." The wind had driven a flood of rain into the cabin through the open door, and water twinkled in puddles here and there on the floor's puncheons.
Cellar workroom we calls Rheumatic Ward, acause of the damp. Ground floor's Fever Ward your nose'd tell yer why if you opened the back windy. First floor's Ashmy Ward don't you hear 'um now through the cracks in the boards, apuffing away like a nest of young locomotives? And this here most august and uppercrust cock-loft is the Consumptive Hospital.
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