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Stickles as she wiped her hands upon her apron and offered a chair to her visitor, Betsy McKrigger. "I'm rale glad to see ye, nevertheless," she continued, "fer it's been a month of Sundays sense I sot eyes on ye last. How've ye been? An' yer old man, is he well?" "Only fairly," replied Mrs. McKrigger, laying aside her bonnet and shawl, and taking the proffered chair.
He tried to lay his hand in a friendly gesture upon Bloeckman's shoulder, but the latter drew away slightly. "How've been?" "Very well, thanks.... See here, Mr. Patch, I've got a party up-stairs. They'll think it's rude if I stay away too long. What was it you wanted to see me about?"
There was nothing in the appearance and actions of the Lancasters that suggested anxiety. Marylyn hurried up in a timid flutter to take his cap and coat. While, facing him from the hearth-side, her hair coiled upon her head like a crown, her grey eyes bright, her cheeks glowing, was a new Dallas. "Well, how've you all been?" asked Lounsbury, accepting a bench.
But I'll just run up-stairs, darling Agraféna Kondrátyevna is alone in my room. USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. I'll follow, my jewel, I'll follow. PODKHALYÚZIN enters. USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA and PODKHALYÚZIN PODKHALYÚZIN. Ah! Ustinya Naúmovna! It's been ages since I've seen you, ma'am. USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. How are you, dear soul! How've you been? PODKHALYÚZIN. Oh, able to be around, ma'am.
He found a quiet lane and stopped the car there, and then turned and faced her. "How've you been, little sister, while I've been wandering the gay white way?" he asked. "I've been all right, Leslie." "Not quite all right, I think. Have you ever thought, Elizabeth, that no man on earth is worth what you've been going through?" "I'm all right, I tell you," she said impatiently.
So the printery was rehabilitated, and one gray morning Joe, with a queer tremor at his heart, went down the street and met many of his men in the doorway. They greeted him with strange, ashamed emotion. "Morning, Mr. Joe.... It's been a long spell.... Good to see the old place again.... Bad weather we're having.... How've you been?"
Now, if Vogel's right, this cribbing ought to have been here fourteen days ago fourteen days tomorrow." Peterson nodded. "That's just two weeks of lost time. How've you been planning to make that up?" "Why why I reckon I can put things together soon's I get the cribbing." "Look here, Pete. The office has contracted to get this house done by a certain date.
'I didn't know you rode. 'I used to once, she replied. 'I'm all soft now. They swept off together down the ride. 'Your beast pulls, he said. 'Wa-ant him to. Gi-gives me something to think of. How've you been? she panted. 'I wish chemists' shops hadn't red lights. 'Have you slipped out and bought some, then? 'You don't know Nursey. Eh, but it's good to be on a horse again!
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