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Bob looked disappointed but resigned. "Well, then, I won't press it, though I'm not sure that I agree. You see, it's not as though there was or ever would be anything between us. The idea's absurd. We are absolute pals and nothing else. That's what makes all this such a silly bore. It's so unnecessary. Now she wants me to go alone, but I don't see the fun of that." "Does she ask you to go alone?"
His eyes were still fixed on the fluttering tricolor and he whistled very low. Then he rubbed his lip with his tongue and aimed his cigar in another direction. "They were studying medicine there, I guess," he mused. "That's just what my idea's about," said Tom. "It ain't an idea exactly, either," he added, "but it's kind of come to me sudden-like. You know what a hunch is, don't you?
Take it from me, it's Mrs. Austin they aim to cash in on." "Why the idea's ridiculous!" "Maybe it is and maybe it ain't," the fortune-teller persisted. "More than one rich Mexican has been grabbed and held for ransom along this river; yes, and Americans, too, if you can believe the stories. Anything goes in that country over there." "You think José is planning to kidnap her? Nonsense!
They was pagans sun worshippers, an' such. They built the stones in a circle as a kinder temple, same's them chaps you told me of that built Stonehenge. What? Ain't that a cute idea of mine?" "I allow th' idea's cute," conceded Kiddie. "But it ain't an explanation. It's too far-fetched altogether, an' it contradicts the theory that there were no inhabitants in these wildernesses all that time ago.
The idea's there, such a beautiful and vague idea, so familiar to one, but so utterly unrealisable on any known instrument a sort of musical Ariel, flitting before one and tantalising one for ever, but never allowing one to come up with it and see its real features.
His voice was a little husky, and he looked up and met her fine, clear eyes. Then she turned away, sadly. "You'll let me do it?" "Oh, no!" he said firmly. "The idea's appealing, but you mustn't think of it, Miss Sally. It will only stir up trouble." "We ought to." "Not for this."
"I've no more intention of marrying Mr. Sackville Bonham than of eloping with the Bishop! The idea's too absurd to even be thought of!" Five minutes later Mrs. Folliot, heightened in colour, had gone. And presently Mary, glancing after her across the Close, saw Bryce approaching the gate of the garden.
Out on the cold platform I sat down and held his head a while, and he revived. Presently he said, "Do you reckon we started the Gen'rul any?" I said no; we hadn't budged him. "Well, then, that idea's up the flume. We got to think up something else.
'He enters into one's idea's at once, and evidently thoroughly understands the principles of the game. The dogs run in two teams and each team wants two men.
Rebellion is out of the question, now, and has been for a long time. Revolution? The way we're organized, the very idea's an absurdity! But, if not these, what?" Flint stared at him with drug-contracted eyes. "Yes, that's the question," he rapped out. "What can it mean?
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