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The keeper of the station strolled away with a backward glance, and the man of the camp sipped his tea and stared straight before him. The sound of the retreating footsteps had died away, when the Solitary raised a powerful voice and cried, 'Hillo! 'Hillo! came the answer, so muffled by the trees that it sounded as if from a considerable distance.
As he did this, he fought and contended with them like a man possessed, making them wilder by his cries. 'Whoop! cried Jonas. 'Whoop! again! another! A little more, a little more! Up, ye devils! Hillo! As he heard the driver, who had risen and was hurrying up, crying to him to desist, his violence increased. 'Hiilo! Hillo! cried Jonas. 'For God's sake! cried the driver.
I was a good climber, so I had no fear of going aloft; and while I was in the top, luckily one of my new messmates, who was already lying out on the yard, exclaimed, "Hillo, Peter, lend us a hand here, my lad." On hearing this, I immediately threw myself on the yard, and following his directions I made a very fair furl of it.
What part of the earth will it be your pleasure to visit next?" "Oh," ejaculates Miss Murray, with a regretful emphasis, "the mail has not come in yet?" "It has not come down. Briggs will be here presently with all personal matters." Even as he speaks, the supple young fellow, with his well-trained deference, comes in with a budget of letters. "Hillo!" exclaims Murray, glancing up.
The dear old hooker was of course riding head to wind, and as we swept down across her bows within easy hailing distance a figure suddenly appeared standing on the knight- heads, and Armitage's voice rang out across the water with the hail of: "Schooner ahoy!" "Hillo!" responded Smellie. A slight and barely perceptible pause; and then "What schooner is that?" "The Josefa, slave schooner.
The most crushing seizure of despair descended on his soul; and struck into abject dumbness, he stared upon the driver. He had not one penny. 'Hillo, said the driver, 'don't seem well. 'Lost my money, said M'Guire, in tones so faint and strange that they surprised his hearing. The man looked through the trap. 'I dessay, said he: 'you've left your bag.
Is shutting it again. BILL shoves in his stool. Bill. Hillo, Blazes! where's your manners? Is that the way you behaves to callers on your gov'nor's business? Get about your own business, you imperent boy! Bill. I'm about it now, young man. I wants to see your gov'nor. James. You've got business with him, have you, eh? Bill. Amazin' precoxity! You've hit it! James. A humbug you are!
"Hillo!" said Heinrich, "we'll make something of this find." So he carried them with him to the studio. There he got hold of the lay-figure. "What are you about, Heinrich?" "Going to make a scarecrow to keep the ravens off old Teufel's pictures," answered Heinrich, as he went on dressing the lay-figure in Karl's clothes.
"Your loving but distracted mother, "Edith Maitland." "Hillo, Dick! what's the matter?" exclaimed the Doctor, catching a glimpse of his assistant's drawn face and pallid lips as Maitland stared incredulously at the letter in his hand. "Nothing wrong, I hope. You look as though you had just seen a ghost!" "So I have; the ghosts of many things," answered Dick.
"Hillo! who is here?" said the voice, in a kind of whisper. "A friend," replied M'Carthy; "who are you?" "What's your name?" inquired the strange voice, "and be quick." "My name is M'Carthy," replied our friend; "why do you ask?" "Come this way," said the stranger; "you are Francis M'Carthy, I think?" "Yes, that is my name what is yours?"
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