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"Hul-lo!" said Alf; and with his lighted match raised he moved to the gas, stepping, as he did so, over the body of Pa Blanchard, which was lying at full length across the kitchen floor. i In the succeeding quietness, Emmy fumbled at the old man's hands; then quickly at his breast, near the heart. Trembling violently, she looked up at Alf, as if beseeching his aid.
Nobody was in the Doctor's office, and Polly lingered by the pile of packages which the footman had deposited on the couch. She was pulling out David's present from under the others, the present that had finally been changed from a fruit knife to a flute, when a voice from the doorway called out: "Hul-lo, Pol-lee!" She turned, to see David's merry face.
He held the blazing match poised midway to its destination while he looked; then he put it to the use he had meant it for, pulled his hat-brim down over his right eye and ear to shield them from the burn of the sun, and went picking his way idly over to the place. "HUL-lo!" he greeted, in the manner of one who refuses to acknowledge the seriousness of a situation which confronts him suddenly.
Suddenly a quick, stern voice spoke out of the guest room down the hall. "Quick! bring that gun!" "Hul-lo!" murmured Uncle Jabez, looking up. "That poor boy's delirious," declared Aunt Alvirah. But Ruth jumped up and ran lightly to the room where Jerry Sheming lay. "What is it?" she gasped, peering at the flushed face that was raised from the pillow. "That cat!" muttered Jerry.
Sharp and clear as though he had been listening to a "wire" 'phone, Jack caught and recognized his father's voice: "Hul-lo!" Back and forth through space they talked for quite a time. The boys were jubilant. The despair of many inventors, the wireless or radio telephone appeared to be an accomplished fact. But they didn't dream how much yet remained to be done. At length Mr.
As he watched they came backwards into the room, the upper part of a body materialized from the chimney, and turning round revealed the soot-stained face of Mr. Alfred Chase. Another wild shriek from Mrs. Teak greeted its appearance. "Hul-lo!" exclaimed Mr. Teak, groping for the right thing to say. "Hul-lo! What what are you doing, Alf?" Mr. Chase blew the soot from his lips.
Then into the entry-room ran Rabin, one of the traveling salesmen. "Why, hul-lo, Wrenn! Wondered if that could be you. Back so soon? Thought you were going to Europe." "Just got back. Couldn't stand it away from you, old scout!" "You must have been learning to sass back real smart, in the Old Country, heh? Going to be with us again? Well, see you again soon. Glad see you back."
"Hul-lo!" from the Tap. Mr. Hall took things in slowly but surely. "That ain't right," he said, and came round from behind the bar towards the parlour door. He and Teddy approached the door together, with intent faces. Their eyes considered. "Summat wrong," said Hall, and Henfrey nodded agreement.
That sort of thing grows on a chap when he's alone and talks aloud!" "Hul-lo! Have you been there already?" the father said, and Adam nodded. "Yes. Used to spout what I could remember of 'Marmion' to a tree, sir. Well then my luck turned. One evening an English-speaking nigger came in towing a corpse by the feet.
In his excitement his gray hair was ruffled up more like a cockatoo's topknot than usual, and his eyes seemed fairly to spark. "Hopewell Drugg!" he exclaimed, spying the storekeeper. "Was my wife just in here?" "Hul-lo!" ejaculated Walky Dexter. "Hopewell hasn't been sellin' her Paris green for buckwheat flour, has he? That would kinder be in your line, wouldn't it, Massey?"
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