He went back to his regiment, sailed, and was drowned in a ditch. She's back at the old house, and in want." "You've seen her?" "Look here, Jemmy. You and I are a couple of tomfools; but we try to play fair." "Upon my soul, Jack," observed Captain Jemmy, rising to his feet again, "we can't fight. You're too good a fellow to kill." "H'mph, I was thinking that."

"You are head of this room; what's the blind up for?" "We we like to see the stars," suggested Trevelyan. "H'mph! Was it you who laughed just now?" "Oh no, sir. My brother woke up a few minutes ago, and I advised him to go to sleep." Nothing could have sounded more innocent, and perhaps Mr.

His tone was fervently censorious. She smiled understandingly. "Perhaps I ought to tell you further that a rich man not a millionaire; but rich enough actually did ask me to marry him, and I refused." "H'mph!" "But," she added calmly, "I think I should have married him, if I had not had money left me first before he asked me, I mean.

He would be setting up as a man of property next, with a place in the country! A man of property! H'mph! Like his father, he was always nosing out bargains, a cold-blooded young beggar! He rose, and, going to the cabinet, began methodically stocking his cigar-case from a bundle fresh in.

At last in his impatience he turned the handle, when to his surprise the door opened, and let him enter. The leaves of a Bible fluttered in the fresh wind from the door. A large lamp was burning on the table. Its big yellow flame was unnatural in the sunshine. "H'mph!" said Postie, tossing his chin in disgust, "little wonder everything gaed to wreck and ruin in this house!

" you'd have found that that a good deal of kissing goes by favour, ma'am." "H'mph!" said Lady Caroline when Mrs. Harry had done laughing. "The child will not lack protection, of course. Whether 'tis to their credit or not I won't say, but the Vyells have always shown a conscience for er obligations of this kind."

Where'll he be off till at this hour of the day? He's not often up so soon." "They say he sits late studying," said Johnny Coe. "H'mph, studying!" grunted Tam Brodie, a big, heavy, wall-cheeked man, whose little, side-glancing eyes seemed always alert for scandal amid the massive insolence of his smooth face. "I see few signs of studying in him. He's noathing but a stink wi' a skin on't."

M. de la Pailletine stamped and swore, upbraiding them for their cowardice. He was about to order them down again when a diversion occurred. A door slammed below, a wheezing cough was heard, and Captain Barker's head appeared at the top of the ladder. "Which of you is the French captain?" M. de la Pailletine lifted his hat. "H'mph!"

"See! They are flying faster than the ship is going. They are beating us!" Little Jacob was pointing to some fish that were flying in the same direction that the Industry was sailing. They went ahead of her and dropped into the water. "H'mph!" said little Sol. "There isn't much wind, anyway. If there was, I'll bet they wouldn't beat us." There really was a good deal of wind.

So he began, following his right hand with his left: "The badness of this writing is because I am blind and cannot see my pen." H'mph! even a lawyer can't mistake that. It must be signed, I suppose, but it needn't be witnessed. Now an inch lower why did I never learn to use a type-writer? "This is the last will and testament of me, Richard Heldar.