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'I got them all out of my own head, and there's wood enough to make another." "Hm-m; indeed!" grunted the man. "Well, have you made any others?" "One or two, maybe." "Let me see them, please." "I think we've had enough for today," she faltered. "I haven't. Besides, if I could have a couple more to go with this, it would make a very pretty little group of songs."
Have you given any thought as to HOW I'm going to tell Cousin Frank and Cousin James and Cousin Flora that I am Stanley G. Fulton?" "No except that you must do it," she answered decidedly. "I don't think you ought to deceive them another minute not another minute." "Hm-m." Mr. Smith's eyes grew reflective. "And had you thought-as to what would happen when I did tell them?"
With an "ah!" of satisfied expectancy he selected one from the remainder and placed it before him. Mahon was mildly interested. The little foibles of his superior were always amusing to him. Eyes still fixed on the envelope, the Inspector commenced to fill his pipe. "Spoiling for a job, Mahon?" "Depends." "Hm-m! Beautifully non-committal." Mahon's interest was rising.
"Hm-m," said the doctor, slowly, his eyes averted. "Well, we'll make an examination. Come in here, please," he added, leading the way to an inner room. "Gorry!" ejaculated Jason some minutes later, when he was once more back in his chair, "I should think you might know what ails me now after all that thumpin' an' poundin' an' listenin'!" "I do," said the doctor.
Why, it was only a year ago that she herself was bitterly censuring Mrs. Pennock for doing exactly the same thing in the case of young Pennock and Mellicent." "I know," nodded Miss Maggie. "But she seems to have forgotten that." "Shoe's on the other foot this time." "It seems to be." "Hm-m!" muttered Mr. Smith. "I don't think Jane has done much yet, by way Of opposition.
Darling's nephew have been making all the capital they can out of it, and have been prejudicing her against him quite unjustly, in my opinion, for I think it's nothing more nor less than thoughtlessness on the boy's part." "Hm-m; too bad, too bad!" murmured the other, as he turned and led the way to the street door. Back in the sick-room the old woman still lay motionless on the bed.
They expect to break camp in the morning." He yawned widely. "Hm-m! They're making tracks, aren't they? Were they friendly?" "Oh, sure! So were we. There was nothing else to do, was there? We had no orders." "I have two dozen men and four boatloads of dynamite with me. I'm going to hold that mountainside." "Then you're going to fight!" All vestige of drowsiness had fled from the man's face.
But I wad swear to the hide wi'out the brand. 'Twas a yearlin' I ken weel, Mister Lorrigan." He rode alongside, and his close-set little eyes regarded keenly Tom's face. "A spotted yearling with the brand cut out, hey? That looks kinda bad. Have you got the hide with you?" "I have no got the hide wi' me, but I ken weel whaur it lies, Mister Lorrigan, and I thinkit so do you." "Hm-m.
"There, this is something like," exulted Bertram, when the ladies, divested of their wraps, toasted their feet before the open fire in his den. "Indeed it is, for now I've time to see everything everything you've done since I've been gone," cried Billy, gazing eagerly about her. "Hm-m; well, THAT wasn't what I meant," shrugged Bertram. "Of course not; but it's what I meant," retorted Billy.
She is musical, and the Henshaws are good enough to ask us there often together. You will meet her, doubtless, now, yourself. She is frequently at the Henshaw home." "Hm-m." Calderwell still eyed his host shrewdly. "Then you'll give me a clear field, eh?" "Certainly." Arkwright's eyes met his friend's gaze without swerving. "All right.
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