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And he turned and walked softly away between the white bunks. Velo remained standing near Zaidos. Presently he came over and looked down at his cousin. Zaidos opened one eye and looked up. The other he kept tightly closed. It gave him a teasing, guying expression of countenance which he had many times found very irritating at school.
I thought he was sort of guying me, as he sometimes does not unkindly, you know, but in that quiet way he has. Finally I stopped for breath, or something, and he said: "'Now let me talk a minute, McChesney. Anybody can teach you the essentials of the advertising business, if you've any advertising instinct in you.
"I promised my mother I wouldn't smoke or drink or gamble while I was in college," he retorted, struggling with shame and anger. "And I I won't." Dale stopped the good-natured chaff. "Fellows, stop guying Ward; cut it out, I tell you. He's only a kid freshman, but he's liable to hand you a punch, and if he does you'll remember it. Besides, he's right.... Look here, Ward, you stick to that promise.
But Peter John was undeterred by the guying of his mates, and when he had first declared his intention to go to college his words had been received as a joke.
Mr Ross, however, older and more experienced, after one searching glance in Frank's triumphant, satisfied face, surmised something better, and so was prepared for the lad's triumph, which soon came. Frank very good-naturedly took the guying of his comrades, but his eyes were along the trail made by the sled, from which he had just alighted.
She crossed over and rested her hands on his arm. "Sure; I was only guying Ned it's a shirt-waist for me. I'll play the game, old man." Westcott's purpose in visiting the La Rosita mine was a rather vague one.
In his old law offices he could spend part of every day, guiding or guying his nephew Barbee, who had just begun to practice. But when all his social resources were reckoned, his days contained great voids and his nights were lonelier still. Conyers. So that for years now he had been going regularly on Sunday evenings.
She started and turned sharply upon him. "My mother, Mr. Ridge?" she said slowly. "Yes; your father was guying Captain Shadburn about his game, you know." The look of wonder in her eyes increased; she passed her hand across her brow and then through her hair in evident perplexity, all the while staring at his face. There was a tinge of suspicion in her voice when she spoke. "Mr.
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