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Updated: June 4, 2025
"If it touches those who work for me and with me, it touches me. I must think of them as well as myself." "How is little Martha? I never see her now." "Jane keeps her at her own side. She has many fine new ideas about the bringing up of children." "Did she take Martha to Thirsk with her?" "Not likely. I hope not." "Hum-m!!" Towards dusk John rode slowly down the hill.
"By this time next week I bet she smiles the wrong side of her mouth if she puts on any airs with Dora Stein." "Hum-m, yeh. Unless what you think's so, and she's on the right side o' Father." It was true, as the girls had warned the new hand, when six o'clock closing time came, you "couldn't chase the dames out."
"Keep him out of the first patrol. He'll come whining to you and he'll sit up and be nice from then on." "Hum-m!" Cowan again bent over the maps. "Anything else, Major?" McGee asked. "No ... Yes, wait!" he called as McGee reached the door. "You have had a lot of combat experience, Lieutenant. I don't mind telling you that the load of responsibility gets heavier as we approach action."
"That is, he told Walker that he saw you drunk at two o'clock that morning." "Hum-m," rumbled the doctor, running his hands through his hair. "Hum-m! I thought I knew that voice!" He got to his feet in his agitation. Agnes rose quickly, placing her hand on his arm. "Was he the other man?" she asked.
"Donald! My son!" she murmured tragically. "Hum-m !" The Laird grunted. The storm had broken at last, and, following the trend of human nature, he was conscious of sudden relief. Jane was the first to recover her customary aplomb. "Don dear," she cooed throatily, "are we mistaken in our assumption that the person with whom you have just talked is Nan Brent?"
You've earned it a thousand times over and then some. Hum-m! Ahem! Harumph-h-h! By the way, Skinner, my dear boy, I forgot to mention to you another little idea that's in the back of my head." "You mean about sending Matt to sea for a voyage?" "Exactly. The sea is a wonderful institution, Skinner wonderful!
Danger of getting into bad company, you say? Hum-m! Complimentary to your humble servant! But I'm not the kind to which dirt sticks."
Finishing the last page he turned back to the first and went over it a second time with much deliberation and frequent pauses, apparently memorising portions of its contents. Finally he said, "Hum-m!" inscrutably and rang for Frank. "He left New York by the Lusitania, eh?" said Mr. Labertouche aloud. The clerk entering interrupted his soliloquy.
It's up to the anti-aircraft boys." "Hum-m," McGee mused. "I wonder." A motor cycle, with side car, running without lights, came popping down the street. Without hesitation McGee ran out into the middle of the street, waving his arms and shouting wildly. The motor cycle swerved sharply, missed the dancing, gesticulating figure and skidded to a stop.
I comprehend," and the count shrugged his shoulders and looked dignified; that is, as dignified as a man whose face is covered with hair can look. "I am sorry to say that he has unfounded prejudices against every thing not vulgarly American." "He will not consent, then?" "I fear not, Mr. De Courci." "Hum-m. Ah!" and the count thought for some moments. "Will not consent. What then?
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