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She accordingly shouted a rather timid "Hoi!" The cry was immediately returned by the other person; and Grace running at once in the direction whence it came beheld an indistinct figure hastening up to her as rapidly. They were almost in each other's arms when she recognized in her vis-a-vis the outline and white veil of her whom she had parted from an hour and a half before Mrs. Charmond.
Every now and then it uttered its mournful hoi, hoi, hoi, hoi! sounding exactly like some one calling for help, and at times so real that I was ready to awaken Mercer and ask him if he thought it was a bird; but just as I had determined to do so, he spoke half drowsily from his pillow. "Hear the old owl," he said. "That's the one I told you about the other night.
"Why, I heerd it, and dreamed it was you." "Come away come away!" cried Dexter. "There, hark!" Hoi hoi hoi hoi! came from not far away. "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Bob. "You are a one!" and putting his hands to his mouth, to Dexter's great astonishment he produced a very good imitation of the cry. "Why, you'll have them hear us and come," he whispered. "Yah! you are a coward! Why, it's an old howl."
It depends, as I said, upon the remarkable coincidence of your likeness to Mrs. De Peyster." "Yes?" Mrs. De Peyster managed to say. "You've read of her, of course; stiffest swell of the lot," went on the young gentleman rapidly, in clipped phrases oddly unlike the sonorous sentences of the Reverend Mr. Pyecroft. "Looks down on most of the Four Hundred as hoi polloi.
Madame Bill began to laugh, and Flannagan, who was coming over the ship's side, he stopped at hearing her, and slid across the deck behind the companion. Then Madame Bill went below, ha-ha-ing melodious, and Flannagan called in a loud whisper over the roof: "Hoi! Stevey Todd! Are ye done wid it?" "She ain't said no," says Stevey Todd. "She ain't said no."
"Whoa hoo! whoa hoo! Drop it! Hoi!" shouted the boy; but the object addressed, a great grey heron, paid no heed, but went flapping slowly away on its widespread wings, its long legs stretched straight out behind to act as balance, and a small eel writhing and twisting itself into knots as it strove in vain to escape from the scissor-like bill.
You say I'm hones'. Wal, I'm hones' now, an' I come to you wit' fair words an' I show my han' to you I don' hoi' out no cards, M'sieu' but I don' t'ink it is you who have play square, altogeder. I'm Necia's frien', an' I'll fight for her jus' so queecker lak' you, but I mus' know dis t'ing for sure, so if you have de good heart an' de courage of good man you'll tell me de truth.
Geoffrey from behind the fumes of the pipe-smoke watched the unreal phantasmagoria as he might have watched a dream. Chonkina! Chonkina! The dance was more expressive now, not of art but of mere animalism. The bodies shook and squirmed. The faces were screwed up to express an ecstacy of sensual delight. The little fingers twitched into immodest gestures. Chonkina! Chonkina! Hoi!
In the act I had staked my liberty. It was an oath. "These are my rivals the candidates for office," thought I, looking at a group who stood near the table. They were men of better appearance than the hoi polloi. Some of them already affected a half-undress uniform, and most wore forage-caps with glazed covers, and army buttons over the ears. "Ha! Clayley!" said I, recognising an old acquaintance.
In protesting against the right of the public to judge their conduct, true poets refuse to bring themselves to a level with their accusers by making the easiest retort, that they are made of exactly the same clay as is the hoi polloi that assails them.
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