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"I intend that he shall. Oh, it will be quite simple; while he is talking to me you can get back to the " "Hush!" she whispered, laying her fingers on my lips; "listen!" "Hallo, Mr. Selwyn!" came in the Imp's familiar tones. "Why, good Heavens!" exclaimed another voice, much too near to be pleasant, "what on earth are you doing here and at this time of night?" "Looking for base varlets!"
Martha Macauley looked after the Green Imp's rapidly lessening shape through the dust-cloud which it left behind. "I never thought till to-day that Dr. Leaver seemed the least bit like a noted surgeon," said she, as they waited for Macauley to get his car underway.
Still, at Miss Carter's a boy sprouting angel's wings would have been regarded in very much the same light as though he were sprouting imp's horns, and any girl caught talking to one much less corresponding would have had a very bad quarter of an hour, indeed.
Human life at first-hand had not been too plentiful with him. The Imp's excitement infected him. "And he's back here after all!" she cried. "At least Heavens, they'll be here directly, Mr Neeld!" "Yes, it's past seven," said he. "Come into the garden. We'll wait for them on the bridge." She turned to him as they passed through the hall.
He had not gone more than thirty or forty paces, however, when I heard him stop and swear savagely I did not need to look to learn the reason I admit I chuckled. But my merriment was short-lived, for a moment later came the feeble squeak of a horn followed by a shout and the Imp's voice upraised in dire distress. "Little-John! Little-John! to the rescue!" it called.
I recognized at once in the perfect physical beauty of the eccentric fiddler only a reproduction, in a larger form, of that sadly depraved young cherub who had danced before me in ghostly habiliments on the way to school. It was the imp's older brother. "Here's Lute, teacher!" cried Harvey; "he wouldn't come in 'cause he wasn't slicked up.
and turned a handspring or two for emphasis.... Mexique once cuffed him for doing something peculiarly mischievous, and he set up a great crying instantly The Wanderer was standing over Mexique, his hands clenched, his eyes sparkling it took a good deal of persuasion to convince the parent that his son was in error, meanwhile Mexique placidly awaited his end ... and neither B. nor I, despite the Imp's tormentings, could keep from laughing when he all at once with a sort of crowing cry rushed for the nearest post, jumped upon his hands, arched his back, and poised head-downward; his feet just touching the pillar.
This imp's purpose was to make men crazy on the subject of making money, when they tried, as many of them did, to get rich quickly in mean ways. Sorry to tell, the imp found a good many promising specimens to work upon, at his business of making some wise men foolish. He taught them to take out of their souls what they hoarded away.
"Oh, of course it won't look like that, Madame Zabriska." Now the Imp's efforts had looked like that just like it. She chafed under conscious inferiority; Lady Flora had smiled at being thought to need such a reminder. "Men never see it unless it's absolutely crammed down their throats," Lady Flora pursued. "They always think it's all themselves, you know. It would be very clumsy to be found out."
Phil tried to make her voice sound as threatening as possible when she mentioned the word "policeman." "I won't be here when you git back," was the imp's cheerful response. Madge and Phil paid no further heed to him. They went on toward the town. A few yards farther on they heard the patter of bare feet. "Can't you wait a minute?" a voice pleaded. "I was only teasing you.
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