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The Lord is in His holy temple; the earth is His footstool h-m!" The parson struggled helplessly with a tangle of texts here; but the right one seemed to fail him, till Hannah audaciously put it in: "Well, you know what it says about takin' care of sparrers, in the Bible, and how we was more valerable than they be, a lot. That kind o' text comes home these times, I tell ye.
"I could learn something, I suppose, if I analyzed this printing," he considered, "but it is a tedious process. Let me see that envelope again. H-m, postmarked by the uptown sub-station, mailed late last night. Whoever sent it must have done so not very far from us here. Lockwood seemed to take it as though it applied to himself very readily, didn't he? Much more so than de Moche.
You hain't seen that durn boy o' mine, have you?" "Why, yes; I seen him not long ago," said Sam. "He was p'inting right for home then." "H-m. Maybe I'll find him at the house." "Maybe you will." Then Sam added under his breath, "I don't think." So Burns left them, and a few minutes later Guy sneaked out of the woods to take a secondary part in the proceedings.
For instance you knew Roland Warren pretty well, didn't you?" "Oh, yes, indeed! I've known him forever and ever. He was an awfully nice boy, and crazy about me simply wild! That is, he was before he died." "H-m! And you saw a good deal of him?" "Oceans! He used to call at the house all the time. It was funny, too.
“What have you been eating lately?” she asked. Solomon Owl replied that he hadn’t eaten anything but mice since the leaves began to turn. “H-m—the leaves are nearly all off the trees now,” the old lady remarked. “How many mice have you eaten in that time?” Solomon said that as nearly as he could remember he had eaten twenty-seven—or a hundred and twenty-seven.
"Like a book. I got pet names for all the trees." "There's a man there I want." "Logan?" "No. His name is Bard." "H-m! Any relation of the old bird that was partners with you back about the year one?" "I want Anthony Bard brought here," said. Drew, entirely overlooking the question. "Easy. I can make the trip in a buckboard and I'll dump him in the back of it." "No.
A man might as well put up his hands when he hears her coming huh? Unless he's absolutely woman-proof, like you. How do you manage it, anyway?" "By taking a squint at myself in the looking-glass every morning." Dade's face managed to wrinkle humorously. "H-m. You are pretty gorgeous, for a fact. Where's the riata?" Jack had forgotten that he had ever wanted one.
It is all very dreadful and very sad, Peter, but the poor child has never enjoyed much of her mother's society and when the first bitter grief is passed I think she will recover something of her usual cheerfulness." "H-m," returned the lawyer; "it seems a hard thing to say, Hannah, but this demise may prove a blessing in disguise and be best for the child's future happiness.
"H-m. Number 121 Friedrichstrasse?" "Yes." "I didn't see you when I visited your family. They said you were at college. Your father was William Elbl, my mother's brother." The German stretched out his hand and gripped the fist of the captain. "Cousins," he said. Carg nodded, meditating. "To be sure," he presently returned; "cousins. Have another cigarette." That evening the captain joined Dr.
"I thought she would make such a good wife for one of the new men that are coming in now. They need wives so badly!" "H-m!" said Gilbert. Gilbert Beattie, driving home by way of the French outfit, after having seen his sister-in-law embark, found that another party of settlers had arrived.
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