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"THAT ain't no new expressman," returned the driver in scornful deprecation of his interlocutor's ignorance. "He only took Hill's place from Montezuma. He's the new kid reviver and polisher for that University you're runnin' here. I say you fellers oughter get him to tell you that story of Sam Barstow and the Chinaman. It'd limber you fellers up to hear it."
If there be any better method of dealing with such junctures, when talk is to be created out of nothing, and within the scope of several minds at once, so that you cannot apply yourself to your interlocutor's individuality, I have not learned it.
Wilkins in their after- dinner conversation, in which his host was frank and lax enough on many subjects. But once touch on the name of Dunster and Mr. Wilkins sank into a kind of suspicious depression of spirits; talking little, and with evident caution; and from time to time shooting furtive glances at his interlocutor's face.
Abernethy from dealing with an interlocutor's remarks in the sequence that seemed to be desired by the interlocutor. He took a selection of utterances into his mind, rolled them over together, and replied in accordance with some esoteric system of his own. "Where is Mr. Goldberg's office?" asked Cleggett. "You've come to the proper party to get set right about ships," said Mr.
He could follow on the face of the former duellist, who had become the most ardent of Catholics and the most monomaniacal of old bachelors, twenty diverse expressions. At length Montfanon laid his hand with veritable solemnity on his interlocutor's arm and said to him: "Listen, Dorsenne, do not tell me any more.... I consent to what you ask of me, but on two conditions.
No doubt he feared that threats of the guillotine, and various other persuasive methods of that type, might addle the old man's brains, and that he would be more likely to be useful through greed of gain, than through terror of death. The eyes of the Jew shot a quick, keen glance at the gold in his interlocutor's hand. "At least five, I should say, your Excellency," he replied obsequiously.
Lashmar arrived about ten o'clock, and his hostess had soon introduced him to two or three persons of political note, with each of whom he exchanged phrases of such appalling banality that he had much ado not to laugh in his interlocutor's face.
To use the lawyer's phrase, she used so many words that she managed to engulf her own and her interlocutor's ideas. No-one, perhaps, had ever talked so much nonsense seriously as she did that day, but the Rev. Byrne Fraser said she was a remarkable woman, who had read and thought deeply. Also he was enchanted with her interest in him, as everybody always was.
"That's my platform in this campaign, you know." "Yes; jes' so. An' I rather 'magine I'll vote yer way." "Thank you." "Pro-vi-ded," Jasper added, "pro-vi-ded we c'n 'range things." "Arrange things?" Jasper's eyes wandered musingly over his interlocutor's face. "'Range things, I sez, an' I sez it again." He abandoned something of his drawl. "I 'magine I c'd tell sumpin ef I tuk a notion."
Again, five minutes later: "Is that 'A' Company?" "Yes, sir." "Has your officer returned yet?" "No, sir. I will notify you when he does." This sort of thing went on until nearly one o'clock in the morning. Towards that hour, Bobby, who was growing really concerned over Angus's prolonged absence, cut short his august interlocutor's fifteenth inquiry and joined his Sergeant-Major on the firing-step.
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