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Similarly with the greeting of a young woman who was once to you the jewel of the world. You simply said, "Good-afternoon, how are you?" And she said the same. And you shook hands. And there you were, still alive! The one defect of the dinner was that the men were not in evening dress. And after all there is nothing like white. Mrs Cotterill was in black silk and silence.
"Good-afternoon," said Andy, pleasantly. "Are you in any trouble? Is there anything I can do for you?" "Well, my boy, I'm in a tight place. I came here from Iowa, with my wife, expecting to meet a cousin who had promised to get me employment. I find he has left Tacoma. So here I am, with less than five dollars in my pocket and no prospect of work.
Lucy offered the bowl again to Rose, who took a bonbon. She was just swallowing it when Horace Allen appeared. He made a motion which did not escape Mrs. Ayres. She rose and confronted him with perfect calmness and dignity. "Good-afternoon, Mr. Allen," she said. Lucy had sprung up quickly. She was very white. Horace said good-afternoon perfunctorily, and looked at Rose. Mrs.
"Good-afternoon, Mr. Burton," said the colonel, smiling and showing his teeth amiably. "I have great pleasure in congratulating you. An order for your release has arrived from Florence. Will you kindly sign this paper?" Arthur went up to him. "I want to know," he said in a dull voice, "who it was that betrayed me." The colonel raised his eyebrows with a smile. "Can't you guess? Think a minute."
"Mattie, arrange all those pots, jars, and bottles on the mantel shelf, until somebody comes to take them away," said Claudia, without paying the least attention to Hannah's remonstrances. When this order was also obeyed, and Mattie stood with both baskets on her arms, waiting for further instructions, Miss Merlin arose, saying: "And now, Mrs. Gray, I must bid you good-afternoon.
Harris, Miss Lynch will meet you in his office at four o'clock this afternoon, and, when her suit for damages for breach of promise has been legally settled out of court, you will get the letters.... Good-afternoon, Mr. Irwin." The lawyer made a hurried bow which took in both of the women, and walked quickly toward the door.
And if she should happen to ask what sort of a living you are making, what shall I tell her?" "Tell her what you said about my clothes, ma'am," said Mr. Davis, with his hand on the door-knob. "She'll understand then. She's known wot it is to be poor herself. She'd got a bad temper, but she'd have cut her tongue out afore she'd 'ave thrown a poor devil's rags in his face. Good-afternoon."
I wish you good-afternoon." I foresaw that it would be difficult to make my exit with dignity, and I wished to goodness that I had not returned to London till Mrs. Strickland had composed her difficulties. I stole a glance at her. She was immersed in thought. Presently she looked up at me, sighed deeply, and smiled. "It was all so unexpected," she said. "We'd been married seventeen years.
If you should see him, and would tell him that he has nothing to fear, and that his wife and his daughter Annis are dying to see him, you will have done what I can never, never properly thank you for." "I'll do my best," said the other warmly. "Good-afternoon." He shook hands with the old woman, and then, standing with his hands by his side, looked doubtfully at Annis.
Gideon knew it for the voice of his landlord. "Good-afternoon," replied Julia, "but I don't know who you are; do I? O yes, I do though. You are the nice man that gave us leave to sketch from the old houseboat." Gideon's heart leaped with fear. "That's it," returned the man. "And what I wanted to say was as you couldn't do it any more. You see I've let it." "Let it!" cried Julia.
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