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"H'm! yes!... I see!" ... Hartman braced his thumbs together meditatively, " from what you say it's pretty serious ... something will have to be done this very day.... "Yes, go and get the pint ... let him have a drink of it. And and keep close to him all the time ... don't," he added significantly, "leave the lady in question in the room alone with him for a single moment."
"Yes, of course. But I am to make special use of my property for the next few days. You will have to be in constant attendance. You ought to enjoy the prospect, and the reality when it comes." "I do; I shall: bet your boots on that. O confound it, I've got my lines mixed already." "Rather. If you startle the audience with such a speech as that, what will Mr. Hartman think?
I have received a dispatch from the American Minister to go at once and identify and claim, as a fellow-countryman and a brother artist, a rascally thief and a German spy!" "Don't go," suggested Fallowby. "If I don't they'll shoot him at once." "Let them," growled Thorne. "Do you fellows know who it is?" "Hartman!" shouted West, inspired.
"Beyond my wildest dreams, Empress. When you treat me thus for an hour, I can bear your ill usage for a year." "There will be no ill usage at present, if you behave. Now don't forget, and spoil the play. Understand, you are to pair off with me, as Mr. Hartman with Jane. Mabel is mostly occupied with the children; we will all look after her, of course.
"Was the little girl what was her name?" "Anne. Anne Hartman. She's niece to Miss Hartman, the head lady of the Charity." "Oh!" Could this be her little Anne? Or was there another child named Anne with another rag doll named Honey-Sweet? Anne Hartman? And her Anne had no aunt Miss Hartman. It was queer, very queer, and puzzling. "What kind of looking child is Anne Hartman?" Miss Drayton asked.
The abnormalities incidental to sex-repression were innumerable, and for the most part destructive; but there could be no question that all the more striking phenomena of the neurosis called "Genius" were greatly increased in their intensity by this means. So, in dealing with his pupils, and especially with a prodigy like young Hartman, Prof.
It won't pay you to be cross now, for you've got to be with me till you conclude to take Hartman up; we can't be quarrelling all the time, you know. He asked me about you this morning; Jane had spoken of you at breakfast.
She turned on her heel and flung herself indignantly across the garden to the road, leaving Mr. Hartman still leaning against the fence, lost in thought.
The next day Deacon Skinner was early at the Hartman place, stalking angrily up to the low, green house, and, striding into the kitchen without the formality of knocking, demanded fiercely, "What do you mean by plastering your fence all over with red rags? Your pasture fence? I'll sue you for damages!
I thought I had him there; but you never can count on Hartman, except for an answer of some kind. "Wouldn't they go round without your help? And why should they go around, anyway? It might be a variety to have them stop. What's the good of it?" I stared at him; but his eye looked more rational than his talk sounded. "The good of it is that I am in things generally, while you are out."
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