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For an instant I thought to trip him up and rush past him, but he stood on the steps completely blocking the way. "All right, Roger?" he asked. "Yes, sir." "Quite com'table, boy?" "As comfortable as any one could be in such a place," I rejoined lightly. " 'Tain't exactly a parlor," he chuckled. "No easy chairs or sofys; but the food's good. I'm a-going to get it for you now.
"I'm going to drive on home and get something to eat," said Judith, lifting the reins. "Food's the only thing that'll rid me of the dumb horrors." Douglas settled back against the hay, and the rest of the ride was continued in silence. Old Johnny Brown stayed on for a day or so to clean up odd jobs neglected during the haying season.
"She done gib out supper, an' I ain't seed her sence. Is dis Mahs' Junius? Reckon' you don' 'member Letty?" "Yes I do," said the gentleman, shaking hands with her; "but the Letty I remember was a rather slim young woman." "Dat's so," said Letty, with a respectful laugh, 'but, shuh 'nuf, my food's been blessed to me, Mahs' Junius." "But whar's ole miss?" persisted the old man.
I usually go to Mess Three; the food's the same everywhere, but Three's where junior officers mostly eat, Ensigns and Lieutenants, and it's usually lively. Want to?" "You are the guide," Corina said, wondering how, if she always talked this much, Sunbeam managed to eat. Apparently she didn't manage much; she was quite slender.
They wouldn't want me to say anythin' of that; sportsmen they are, both of 'em. The price of food's gone up, and the rector's salary gone down like a teeter on a log. "Now, as I remarked before, let's get right down to business. The only way to raise that money is to raise it! There's no use larkin' all 'round Robin Hood's barn, or scampering round the mulberry bush any longer.
I mind young Bannister an' Calder shakin' hands on a bond to be revenged on the Board at ony reasonable cost this side o' losing their certificates. Now mark ye how false economy ruins business. Men will tak' a dredger across the Atlantic if they 're well fed, an' fetch her somewhere on the broadside o' the Americas; but bad food's bad service the warld over.
Any news they got they could send round directly. Nelly closed her eyes. 'I don't care where we go, she said, under her breath. 'He wanted a line to-night, said Bridget 'I can't hear of any lodgings. And the boarding-houses are all getting frightfully expensive because food's going up so. 'Not a boarding-house! murmured Nelly. A shiver of repulsion ran through her.
"Then on the other hand, Clutton-Davies says the Czar's absolutely all right, dead keen on the war and hates Germany... I don't know but Clutton-Davies sees him nearly every day." "Anything else?" I asked. "Oh, food's worse than ever! Going up every day, and the bread queues are longer and longer.
"If we'd used our brains, we'd have more bombs than Weald can hope for! We could turn that whole planet into a smoking cinder!" "Which," said Calhoun acidly, "would give you some satisfaction but not an ounce of food! And food's more important than satisfaction. Now, I'm going to take off for Weald again.
"I don't believe the food's grown that'd make me carry flesh. I'm one of those men that was sent into the world with a whole shipload of bad luck to work through before I came across any of the soft things." "If you ask me," said Murray, cheerfully, "you haven't much to grumble at now. Here am I kicking you out of the command of the Parakeet, to be sure. And why?
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