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Will you stay dinner, Mr. Hadley?" "Damme, Susan, what should I say after dinner, if I say so much now?" Susan smiled upon him with perfect calm. "Why, I never can tell what you will say. Can you?" "You're a hypocrite, Susan. You look as simple as a baby, and the truth is you're deep, devilish deep. Here!" He fumbled in his pocket. "Here's a guinea for your thoughts if you tell them true.
You surely have not come to evangelise us?" said Mege. "No, I've come to see Monsieur Fonsegue on an urgent matter, about a poor fellow who cannot wait." "Fonsegue? I don't know if he has arrived. Wait a moment." And stopping a short, dark young fellow with a ferreting, mouse-like air, Mege said to him: "Massot, here's Monsieur l'Abbe Froment, who wants to speak to your governor at once."
Here's Betsy saying she don't know what we make butter out of! She actually never saw anybody making butter!" Uncle Henry was sitting down, near the window, turning the handle to a small barrel swung between two uprights. He stopped for a moment and considered Aunt Abigail's remark with the same serious attention he had given to Elizabeth Ann's discovery about left and right.
"That's right," said his host encouragingly. "Make yourself comfortable. Greenacre may drop in at any moment. You can't think how much better I feel, Gammon. So clear in the mind, you know why, it has only just occurred to me, this is New Year's Eve." "So it is. Here's to your health and happiness, Lord Polperro!" "Thank you, my dear Gammon. I heartily wish you the same.
"That won't amuse her much," I ventured to remark. "She's not coming to be amused," said Mrs. Hilary severely. "All right; I'll come," said I, taking my hat. "Here's the note for Miss Bannerman," said Mrs. Hilary. That sort of thing never surprises me. I looked at the letter and read "Miss M. E. Bannerman." "M. E." stood for "Maud Elizabeth." I put my hat back on the table.
In his despair he went back to the North Wind and called him a liar, and again demanded his rights for the meal he had lost. "I have n't got your meal," said the Wind, "but here's a ram which will drop money out of its fleece whenever you tell it to."
He held a full glass very carefully and started to descend. Suddenly he stopped emotionally. Then he turned half-right and called back, "Sir Charles! Sir Charles! Here's the very man! I protest, the very man!" There was an interrogative roar from within. It was like being outside a lion's cage.
Here's the young gentleman who will take charge of that." After the pianist had played, Swann felt and shewed more interest in him than in any of the other guests, for the following reason: The year before, at an evening party, he had heard a piece of music played on the piano and violin. At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted.
The thought of her connection with the well-known judge seemed to hamper her at times, and she wasn't quite so chummy with "Kipper" as used to be the case in the Mile-End Road days, and he wasn't the sort as is slow to see a thing. One day when he was having lunch by himself, and I was waiting on him, he says, raising his glass to his lips, "Well, 'Enery, here's luck to yer!
"I am out of copy," he said, going up to Mr. Anderson's table. "Here's a selection for the first page," said Mr. Anderson. "Cut it in two, and give part of it to Clapp." Could Harry believe his eyes! It was his own article on ambition, and it was to be reproduced in the "Gazette."
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