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Heigh-ho! how she had guarded them once, confiding them half reluctantly even to Tommy; half reluctantly, that is, at the start, because they were her very own, but once she was embarked on the subject talking with such rapture that every minute or two he had to beg her to be calm.
Lord! what an affection all old women have for tinkers. I know an old woman of sixty-five who ran away with a bald-headed young tinker once. And that's the reason I never would work for lonely widow old women ashore when I kept my job-shop in the Vineyard; they might have taken it into their lonely old heads to run off with me. But heigh-ho! there are no caps at sea but snow-caps. Let me see.
Heigh-ho, but debts are more boring still sometimes, and I want a fifty-thousand cheque badly." When Hal went to tell Lorraine of her adventure she found her a victim of the prevailing malady, kept indoors two days with influenza. She was not in bed, but lying on a sofa, by a small fire, looking very frail and ill.
It's the world's loss, remember. That's the way it always is when I disturb him. Heigh-ho! what a dull day!" "A very dull day indeed, your highness." Leo started, his yawn ending abruptly, and he turned more quickly than he had ever done in his life towards the sound which saluted him. Surely he had been alone. Who ever came to this corridor?
She swung her hair free and turned her chair a little. "You must tell me what he said about him, in the morning. Heigh-ho, I'm so sleepy." Martin got up and went to see if the windows were all open. "They'll call us at eight," he said, "unless you'd like it to be later." Joan went to the door and opened it and held out her hand. "Eight's good," she said. "Good night, Marty."
"Thu-thu," clucked Mr. Latz for want of a fitting retort. "Heigh-ho! I always say we have so little in common, me and Mrs. Gronauer. She revokes so in bridge, and I think it's terrible for a grandmother to blondine so red; but we've both been widows for almost eight years. Eight years," repeated Mrs. Samstag on a small scented sigh.
They're burned out, but I hear that the editors are already over in Oakland scurrying round after a plant. Well, adios. If you say the word I'll send the car back for you although I doubt if it would pass a squad without those children in it. I suppose it would hold several tons of dynamite! Heigh-ho, I suppose it is all in the day's work. What can you expect if you live in an earthquake country?"
"Father Joseph," answered the good priest. "Fly! you are lost!" cried Marie. By ALFRED DE VIGNY 'Blow, blow, thou winter wind; Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly. Most friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly.
'Be hanged, then; you probably will be, for a spy, by excited Turks. Heigh-ho! I'm weary, dead weary, and virtue has gone out of me. Dick dropped into a chair, and was fast asleep in a minute. 'That's a bad sign, said the Nilghai, in an undertone. Torpenhow picked the pipe from the waistcoat where it was beginning to burn, and put a pillow behind the head.
Her face was white, her eyelids were red from recent weeping, and her hands lay motionless in her lap. The door had just slammed behind Lagune. "Heigh-ho!" she said. "I wish I was dead. Oh! I wish I was out of it all." She became passive again. "I wonder what I have done," she said, "that I should be punished like this."
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