Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 12, 2025
"Where am I to get to?" asked the watery-eyed young man, with some reason. "Say the word and I'll 'ang myself up to the gas bracket." "In my courting days," roared Uncle Gutton, "the girls used to be able to find seats, even if there wasn't enough chairs to go all round." The sentiment was received with varying degrees of approbation.
Leaving on one side the manifold but purely electrical consequences of this and the numerous researches relating to the production or to the properties of the waves some of which, those of MM. Sarrazin and de la Rive, Righi, Turpain, Lebedeff, Decombe, Barbillon, Drude, Gutton, Lamotte, Lecher, etc., are, however, of the highest order I shall only mention here the studies more particularly directed to the establishment of the identity of the electromagnetic and the luminous waves.
The watery-eyed young man, sitting down, put the lean young lady on his knee, and in spite of her struggles and sounding slaps, heroically retained her there. "Now, then, Rosie," shouted Uncle Gutton, who appeared to have constituted himself master of the ceremonies, "don't stand about, my girl; you'll get tired."
Uncle Sutton, evidently pleased, allowed his indignation against Minikin to evaporate. "Well," said Uncle Gutton, "if you think I'm the one to do it " The response was unmistakable. In our enthusiasm we broke two glasses and upset a cruet; a small, thin lady was unfortunate enough to shed her chignon. Thus encouraged, Uncle Sutton launched himself upon his task.
"Damned sight sadder," commented Uncle Gutton, "when she don't go off, but hangs on at home year after year and expects you to keep her." I credit Uncle Gutton with intending this as an aside for the exclusive benefit of the maternal Sellars; but his voice was not of the timbre that lends itself to secrecy. One of the bridesmaids, a plain, elderly girl, bending over her plate, flushed scarlet.
"There don't seem to be much of the fiery and untamed about him, so far as I can see." "'Slow waters run deep," reminded us Aunt Gutton, with a waggish shake of her head. "No question about the slow," assented Uncle Gutton. "If you don't like him " observed Miss Sellars, speaking with dignity.
"Not being a natural-born, one-eyed fool," replied Uncle Gutton, glaring at the unabashed Minikin, "she did not. 'I'm not a duke, I says, and she had sense enough to know as I was talking sarcastic like. 'I'm not offering you a life of luxury and ease. I'm offering you myself, just what you see, and nothing more. "She took it?" asked Minikin, who was mopping up his gravy with his bread.
"They've got their living to earn," retorted Uncle Gutton. I agreed with Uncle Gutton that life could not be wasted in vain regret. "As for the rest," admitted Uncle Gutton, handsomely, "I was wrong. You've turned out better than I expected you would." I thanked him for his improved opinion, and as we entered the restaurant we shook hands. Minikin we found there waiting for us.
But for the most part the only sounds to be heard were the clatter of the knives and forks, the energetic shuffling of the waiter, and a curious hissing noise as of escaping gas, caused by Uncle Gutton drinking champagne.
"To be quite candid with you, my girl, I don't," answered Uncle Gutton, whose temper, maybe as the result of too much cold pork and whiskey, seemed to have suddenly changed. "Well, he happens to be good enough for me," recommenced Miss Sellars. "I'm sorry to hear a niece of mine say so," interrupted Uncle Gutton. "If you want my opinion of him "
Word Of The Day
Others Looking