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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I hate for us to eat here, the food's so good," she murmured with the same plaintive note that makes the audience weep at the end of the third act of "The Juggler." "But I had a very special reason for wanting to come here," Graemer explained. He had to be a bit wary of the starchy things too, though he still had a figure in spite of his weight.
"Well, I don't complain as far as the food's concerned; but there's a little too much for us two to do, and then it's so miserable to hear that woman crying nearly the whole time. I wonder if he ill-treats her; they say not." "I'm sure he doesn't," said Kalle. "Even if he wanted to as you can very well understand he might he dursn't. He's afraid of her, for she's possessed by a devil, you know."
"You just had to, Dick," she answered. He looked at her keenly. "You're beat," he said. "Food's what you want; but 'The Coach and Horses' over there, where I left my car, is the only place. We must go a bit out of our way to keep out of sight of their damned house." He went to the dummy to free the coat of its stuffing.
I take it, old cock, you've been in the wars as well as myself." "A little or so I reckon, and I expect to be in them agin shortly as soon as my stock of food's out. I've only a thigh bone to pick after this, and then I'm off. But why don't you take your seat at the fire. There's nothin' so out of the way in the sight of a naked arm, is there?
"The plain truth really is that I have indigestion. I dare say I'm really weeping in anticipation over the Sunday dinner! The food's bad and I can't afford to live anywhere else. I'd take a room and do my own cooking, but what time have I?" She spread out the pieces of flannel on her knee. "Does this look like anything to you?" "A petticoat, isn't it?" "I didn't intend it as a petticoat."
"No, thank you," she said, a little dryly, to the waiter who proffered a further supply of chip potatoes. "Now don't say they're cold," Priam laughed. And she laughed also. "Shall I tell you one thing that puts me against these restaurants?" she went on. "It's the feeling you have that you don't know where the food's been.
She was asleep again before she knew it. It was only Francis's quick step on the porch that woke her Francis, very alert and flushed, and exceedingly hungry. "Yes, yes, Mr. Francis, the food's been waitin' you this long time," said Mrs. O'Mara, evidently in answer to a soul-cry of Francis's, for he had not had time to say anything aloud. "Bring yer wife an' come along an' eat."
"I don't know that that really matters very much. I have some money. Things are more expensive over here, aren't they?" "I should go to the New Martin House," she advised him, "right at the corner of this block. It's real swell, and they say the food's wonderful." "I could go as I am, I suppose?" he asked, glancing down at his clothes. She stared at him wonderingly.
"I allow you ken get right at it and fix it in. This camp ain't goin' to be struck till the sweet food's done. Guess you'll mostly need physic 'fore you're through, sure. Howsum, your mam's 'll see to it."
I was the first with it; my 'Ottilia! brought soon after 'Harry' on her lips, and an atmosphere about us much less Arctic. 'Ottilia, you have told me you wish me to go to England. 'I have. 'We shall be friends. 'Yes, Harry; we cannot be quite divided; we have that knowledge for our present happiness. 'The happy knowledge that we may have our bone to gnaw when food's denied. It is something.
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