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"No," says Jorrocks, "that won't do, yours is a return chay; however, here's five shillings for you, and now, Jonathan, turn him out again he's quite fresh after his ride and see, he's got some straw in the bottom." Old Tunbridge was again turned out, with his head towards the town from whence he took his name, and after a quarter of an hour's law, the pack was again laid on.
"You think I'm not fit to be wid him," said Patsy mournfully. "Maybe there's the smell o' the stables about me, though I put on me Sunday clothes and claned me boots." "No, no; Sir Shawn wouldn't mind the stable smell. Nor should I. I want you to do something for me. I'll tell you in the office. Here's Reilly now." Reilly came in, cat-footed.
Now, here's an axiom which I bequeath to this bureau and to all bureaus: Where the clerk ends, the functionary begins; where the functionary ends, the statesman rises. There are very few statesmen among the prefects. The prefect is therefore a neutral being among the higher species.
"We can pretend that no one ever has lived here since the days when everybody lived in caves," said Ethel Blue, who was always pretending something unusual. "We must be the first people to discover it." "I dare say we are," replied Dorothy. "Uhuh," murmured Ethel Brown, a sound which meant a negative reply. "Here's an old tin can, so we aren't the very first."
"You would leave me miles behind, of course. Here's the way I would reason about this thing: Horace Endicott is now known as Arthur Dillon; he has left no track by which Endicott can be traced to his present locality; but there must be a very poor connection between the Dillon at home and the real Dillon in California, in Australia, or in his grave; if we can trace the real Arthur Dillon then we take away the foundations of his counterfeit.
Fred started, and turned to find that Samson had followed him and approached over the soft moist ground beneath the trees unheard. "Thought that over?" faltered the young officer. "Yes, sir. Here's a splendid place for it just below among the big trees.
He came to see me last year, and sat in that chair; I honour Parr he knows much, and is a sound man." "Does he know the truth?" "Know the truth! he knows what's good, from an oyster to an ostrich he's not only sound but round." "Suppose we drink his health?" "Thank you, boy: here's Parr's health, and Whiter's." "Who is Whiter?" "Don't you know Whiter?
A voice in the crowd exclaimed: "Poor devil!" Then another, a tremulous voice, choking with emotion, asked timidly: "Is it quite certain that he's dead?" Everybody looked at Planus and began to laugh. "Well, here's a greenhorn," said the officer. "Don't I tell you that he was all blue this morning, when we cut him down to take him to the chasseurs' barracks!"
Jerry's round, shining eyes took in, with a lightning glance, the rich mahogany woodwork, the soft rugs like dark pools on the shiny floor, the long living-room with its amber-toned hangings, and the three curious faces staring at her over Mr. John's shoulder. "Gyp, my dear," John Westley untangled long arms from around his neck, "here's a twin for you.
"Get out of the way, boy," said an usher. "You are blocking the aisle." A queer-appearing lady who looked like a man touched his elbow. "Here's a seat," she said in a deep voice. "Thank you, sir," said Sandy, absently. He scarcely knew whether he was sitting or standing.
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