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Poor soul, it'll carry her off one of these days, I reckon." "What's Borheddon like?" he asked. "Nothing much. Nothing to do, you know. But I like a bit of quiet just for a day or two. How've you been keeping, Mr. Brandon?" "Oh, I'm all right. I shall be off to London to look for a job one of these days." He looked up at her suddenly, sharply, as though he wanted to catch her interest.
"How've they kept him single?" "He's been in love with my Aunt Alathea for a good many years, but she won't marry him until he keeps his promise to avoid the race-tracks." "What makes your aunt hate hawsses?" "Oh, she loves good horses, but the Colonel always bets, and, as I have said, it keeps him poor. It's the gambling that she hates, and not the horses.
"At them races that they tell about? Oh, I'd like to see one of them races!" "Yes, he goes to races, everywhere, although he always means to stop immediately after the next one. It has been the races which have kept him poor and kept him single." "How've they kept him poor?" He told her about betting, while she listened, wide-eyed with amazement at the mention of the sums involved.
"Hello, Bob!" he called as his nephew came forward, "sorry we missed you. The bus driver said you'd left on foot for the farm when you didn't see us around. How've you been lately?" "Oh, I'm all right," replied Bob. "Hello, grandfather!" he called, as he went round to the side of the wagon to greet his grandfather. "You don't seem to grow much, Bob," he laughed, as he shook hands.
There's a meaner man in this world than I am, Mr. Lamb!" "Oh, so you feel better about yourself to-day, do you, Virgil?" "You bet I do! You worked till you got me where you want me; and I wouldn't do that to another man, no matter what he did to me! I wouldn't " "What you talkin' about! How've I 'got you where I want you?" "Ain't it plain enough?" Adams cried.
"Well, how've you been getting on since last summer?" they ask each other, as they move together up the stone steps to the big church door, through which the peal of the organ comes rolling out to meet them. How good it seems, and how kind, the little church, where all you see bids you welcome!
Hum!" he chuckled. "How are you, Wolfie? How've you been? You and me is friends, we is. We're travelers, we are. Now, we'll have a tall sleep. Ain't this just the jolliest thing, though?" Then Tode went to sleep. By and by he felt a jerking. He roused up, the car lamps were burning dim. Mr.
Hain't you never seen a gentleman before?" Ida clung the closer to her companion, who, she was surprised to find, did not resent the man's impertinence. "Well, Dick, how've you got along since I've been gone?" asked Mrs. Hardwick, to Ida's unbounded astonishment. "Oh, so so." "Have you felt lonely any?" "I've had good company." "Who's been here?"
He had the look of an outdoor man; a man who has met prosperity and walked with her, and followed her pleasant ways; a man who has learned late in life of golf and caviar and tailors, but who has adapted himself to these accessories of wealth with a minimum of friction. "It certainly is warm, for this time of year." He leaned back and regarded Rose tolerantly. "Well, and how've you been?
But Bloeckman anticipated him by asking pleasantly: "How's your wife? ..." "She's very well. How've you been?" "Excellent." His tone amplified the grandeur of the word. It seemed to Anthony that during the last year Bloeckman had grown tremendously in dignity. The boiled look was gone, he seemed "done" at last. In addition he was no longer overdressed.
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