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CAN'T you remember?" No use. When Wallace came back he must make the acquaintance of his son all over again. Martie would sigh, half-vexed, half-amused. "Aren't they the queer little things, Adele? He remembers his sand-machine and doesn't remember his father!" "Oh, I don't know, Martie. That was just after we came, you know. And I remember thinking that Teddy was a mere baby then!"
It made me sad to contemplate this wreck; but most of those around him appeared unconscious of there being any thing remarkable in his demeanour. They had not known him in his better days. I am often amused, and sometimes half-vexed by witnessing the prejudices that still exist in France with regard to the English. These prejudices prevail in all ranks, and are, I am disposed to think, incurable.
What kind of economy do you call this, sir, especially on the part of one who has burdened himself with four helpless children?" There was a mingling of sense and seriousness in her raillery, which he recognized, and he said, with a half-vexed laugh at himself: "Well, really, Miss Ludolph, I suppose that I have not wholly regained my wits since the fire. I throw myself on your mercy."
I tried to get her to play the game finding something to be glad about, you know but she said she couldn't; and if I wanted to know why, I might tie up my eyes with my handkerchief for just one hour. And I did. It was awful. Did you ever try it?" "Why, n-no, I didn't." A half-vexed, half-baffled expression was coming to the man's face. "Well, don't. It's awful.
And half-laughing, half-vexed, but wholly frightened at the charge laid upon me, I sprang into the carriage, to hold hands with mother all the way down to the crowded dock. One day I received in London this note from Mr. Augustin Daly: "MY DEAR MISS MORRIS: I find no letter here. Impatiently, A. D." And straightway I answered: "MY DEAR MR. DALY: I find no actor here. Afflictedly, C. M."
The pretty Tuskegee chambermaid was holding out a tray with a card on it. "The doctor, ma'am," she said. "The doctor!" echoed Allan, half-vexed, half-laughing. "I knew you had something up your sleeve, Phyllis! What on earth did you have him for?" Phyllis's face was a study of astonishment. "On my honor, I hadn't a notion he was even in existence," she protested. "He's not my doctor!"
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