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"I never saw him," said the girl, while her interrogator continued: "Never saw your pa, and your marm is dead poor child, what is your name, and where did you come from?" For a moment the stranger hesitated, and then thinking it better to tell the truth at once, she replied, "My name is 'Lena. I lived with my uncle a great many miles from here, but I wasn't happy.
"So I have been told already, monseigneur," cried Bonacieux, giving his interrogator the title he had heard the officer give him, "but I swear to you that I know nothing about it." The cardinal repressed a smile. "You have conspired with your wife, with Madame de Chevreuse, and with my Lord Duke of Buckingham."
"Well, by George! You're fresh enough." "Now now, if you please, I wasn't intendin' to be fresh. I just " "Well, you are. Who is this fellow? How does he happen to be here? Does any one know?" Jed's first interrogator, the big workman, being the only one present beside the speaker and the object of the question, took it upon himself to answer. "I don't know who he is," he said.
"Nay, comte, let us proceed in due order," returned Madame. "Ought we not, sire, to have the portraits of the shepherdesses?" The king, who expected this determined perseverance, and who began to feel some uneasiness, did not think it safe to provoke so dangerous an interrogator.
The baby, true to his principles, refused to stand. He sat down and stared at those around him in jovial defiance. "What is your age, little Bones?" "Just turned six, m'm," replied Tottie, with a courtesy, which Miss Lillycrop had taught her with great pains. "You're sixty-six, at the least, compared with male creatures of the same age," observed her interrogator.
There was something in the assured tone of these few words that either overawed or repressed every rising feeling of the waiter, for his interrogator; for, silently handing his coffee and the newspaper, he left the room; not, however, without bestowing a parting glance so full of terror and dismay that our friend was obliged to smile at it.
It then seemed to dawn upon her that it was merely a mischievous prank being played on her interrogator; but she was assured in a sailorly manner by both that they knew it was very funny, but they were in earnest all the same. She realized the true situation and laughed very heartily. "Come along," said she, "and I will take you to the shop where I got this dress."
"But it is very queer, J.M., that as long as I have known you, I never heard that you had any family at all." J.M. put his clean and polished spectacles back on his nose and looked through them into the next room, where Ivan Petrofsky sat devouring his first lesson in political economy. Then he turned, beaming like an amiable sphinx upon his interrogator.
"Not at all, by no means," returned the Captain, pulling out a large clasp-knife, with which he proceeded carefully to pare his left thumb nail. "By the way, Doctor," he said carelessly, "were you ever in love?" Lawrence flushed, and cast a quick glance at his interrogator, who, however, was deeply engaged with the thumb nail.
While Tristram was perpending how best to begin, his interrogator spoke again: "Speak out. I am M. de Lambertie, Grand Provost of Flanders. You had better speak me the truth." Our hero began a recital of his woes, condensing as well as he could. After a minute, M. de Lambertie interrupted him. "I beg your pardon.
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