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He had left his Young Captain Basil at Old Point Comfort, he said, where the boy, not having had enough of war, had slipped aboard a transport and gone off with the Kentucky Legion for Porto Rico the unhappy Legion that had fumed all summer at Chickamauga and had hoisted sail for Porto Rico, without daring to look backward for fear it should be wigwagged back to land from Washington.
Flowers, even edibles, were continuously found against her door, his card among them. The situation somehow recalled to her the queer gentleman in shorts who threw vegetables over Mrs. Nickleby's garden wall. Mrs. De Peyster felt outraged; she fumed; yet she dared not be outspokenly resentful. She had at first no inkling of the meaning of these attentions.
"'Ere it is, sir thank you, sir 'ope I 'aven't kept you wyting, sir," she announced, after he had fumed for two minutes inside the corral, and she had cynically hummed her way quite through the hymn which begins "Blest be the tie that binds." She passed the white-hot iron deftly through the rails to him, and fixed the fire for another heating.
But he had shut his door to the unrepentant and unashamed General, had cut him in the Club, had returned a rudely curt answer to an invitation to dinner, and had generally shown the offender that he trod on dangerous ground when poaching on the preserves of Mr. Dearman. Whereat the General fumed. Also the General swore that he would cut the comb of this insolent money-grubbing civilian.
He wished he had known sooner that Julia was going to Halgrave, he would have begun getting up before this; he would even have got to breakfast if only she had let him know; so he fumed to himself as he shuffled about, dropping things with his shaking fingers.
Squander, I say; but on reviewing the expired years, how sanely sweet the youthful hours we dallied shine from amid the years we toiled, fumed, cursed, sweated, and strove to step past our brother in the bootless race for pleasure, opulence, or popularity!
Myers for two pounds of bologna and a dog bone on the night we dined at the Trevelyans'!" "It comes mighty close to libel," fumed Wilbram. "How do they dare! You must see Worthington Oakes about this, Abe." "I certainly will," he vowed. He certainly did, as Mr. Worthington Oakes, the publisher of the Bee, will testify. In the front office on the editorial floor he saw Mr.
Bradley laughed dutifully, for this was the ancient joke. "It's an outrage," Clancy fumed. The speaker had refused to recognize him and he was furious. "The speaker's got everything in his hands. Say, do you know that it's all made up the day before who's goin' to be recognized?" "Yes, I found that out some time ago," said Bradley quietly. "Well, I feel like making a great big kick."
Five or six hundred people every one within hearing fumed to look at Jim; but the gentleman addressed was engaged in conversation with a lady and did not notice. "Hi! Hi, there! Say! Mr. Harkless!" bellowed Jim, informally. The people turned to look at Harkless. His attention was arrested and his cheek grew red. "What is it?" he asked, a little confused and a good deal annoyed.
"This is a shame!" fumed Barnes. "And the whole charge is a mass of lies." "I'll watch out and see," promised -or threatened -the referee. "Back to your positions. Captain Barnes, I'll give you thirty seconds to pass the word around among your men." "That black-haired prize-fighter with the mole on his chin tries to give me his knee every time we meet in a scrimmage," growled Hudson to Dick.
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