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"Well, our host of that evening died the other day, and this fellow is his heir a second or third cousin whose existence was so displeasing to the old peer that he left him absolutely nothing that wasn't entailed, and never said 'How-do-you-do? to him in his life. In consequence, he may not entertain you as much as I should like." "If he is your friend, I shall moch enjoy his society!"
"When I have had the pleasure of saying, How-do-you-do to you, my dear," he replied in a somewhat offended voice for the Colonel was not fond of being overlooked, even in favour of an interesting son "I shall be happy to do my best to answer your question." "Oh!
In that case Predestination would hardly have known which way to turn, to get at some sort of compromise or accommodation that would square matters. If Gwen's understudy had been called on, there would have been to borrow a favourite expression of Uncle Mo's a pretty how-do-you-do, on the part of Predestination.
When Pelagea takes us for a walk before dinner we go to the Apfel Restaurant, and there is father waiting for us. . . . He is always sitting in a room apart, where you know there's a marble table and an ash-tray in the shape of a goose without a back. . . ." "What do you do there?" "Nothing! First we say how-do-you-do, then we all sit round the table, and father treats us with coffee and pies.
His master confirmed this assertion, and regretted that he would not be able to do anything for me, so I had to say good-bye and how-do-you-do at the same time.
He used the key to the kitchen door, coming and going by the back steps. To Saxon he barely said how-do-you-do or good day; and, sleeping in the day time and working at night, he was in the house a week before Billy laid eyes on him. Billy had taken to coming home later and later, and to going out after supper by himself. He did not offer to tell Saxon where he went. Nor did she ask.
He drew up alongside the Manton and leaped out of the buggy, so splendid and handsome and cool and masterful, with a glisten in his eye which said: 'Bring on your gas-engine! that I loved him harder than ever, and could have almost torn the captain's ring off my finger. He didn't waste any time saying how-do-you-do, but just asked this and that and dived in.
"Certainly, Miss Deborah," he replied, not daring to preface the words with even a "How-do-you-do". "I want to see him I want to see him particularly." Deb swept round to lead the way downstairs. An embarrassing march it was, tandem fashion, through the long passages of the rambling house.
Next day, prior to Paul's departure, all the chiefs shook hands with him exclaiming, "how;" which, by the way is a most elastic word. It means good-bye, how-do-you-do, expresses anger, friendship, pleasure, sorrow, hate, insult, and in fact, almost every feeling of the human heart, all depending on the intonation given the voice and the manner of uttering it.
Now, then, here's the game: You work this boat 'long with the coolies, an' take my orders, an' walk chalk, an' I'll teach you navigation, an' make this cruise as easy as how-do-you-do. You don't, an' I'll manhandle you till y'r bones come throo y'r hide." "I've no choice in the matter," said Wilbur. "I've got to make the best of a bad situation."
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