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He promised that nothing else should be touched. "How long'll it take you?" "An hour." "All right," assented Haggerty. "Who's got th' suite across th' hall?" he asked of the manager, as they left the prince. "Lord Monckton. He and his valet left this morning for Bar Harbor. Back Tuesday. A house-party of Fifth Avenue people." "Uhuh." Haggerty tugged at his mustache.
She looked past him at the lamp which hung, blue and forbidding, over the station door. 'How long'll I get? she said. 'What will they give me? Thirty days? He nodded. 'It won't take me as long as that, she said. 'I say, what do people call you? people who are fond of you, I mean? Eddie or Ted? Mr Meggs's mind was made up. He was going to commit suicide.
'How long'll that take, Baptiste? The half-breed figured for a moment. 'Workum like hell, no man play out, ten twenty forty fifty days. Mebbe when hell freeze over; mebbe not then. The manufacture of snowshoes and moccasins ceased. Somebody called the name of an absent member, who came out of an ancient cabin at the edge of the campfire and joined them.
Tom allowed we had twenty tons of it, and wondered what we better do with it; it was good sand, and it didn't seem good sense to throw it away. Jim says: "Mars Tom, can't we tote it back home en sell it? How long'll it take?" "Depends on the way we go." "Well, sah, she's wuth a quarter of a dollar a load at home, en I reckon we's got as much as twenty loads, hain't we? How much would dat be?"
I didn't get the toy you mentioned. I thought you wouldn't want it, without the little kid." Matthew looked swiftly at Ellen. He had not told her that he had sent by Helders for a toy. And at that Ellen crossed abruptly to her husband, and she was standing there as they let Helders out, with the little boy. Ellen's father pounded his knee. "But how long'll we have to wait?
Very soon they were in a long line of carriages and motors moving slowly towards Manchester House. "Goin' to be a deuce of a crowd," said Fritz. "Naturally." "Wonder who'll be there?" "Everybody who's still in town." She bowed to a man in a hansom. "Who's that?" "Plancon. He's singing." "How long'll it be before you come on?" "Quite an hour, I think." "Better than bein' first, isn't it?"
"Some boys," remarked one of the prisoners. "But findin's ain't fixin's," said a British soldier. "Oh, ain't they though!" said Archer. "We'll have it fixed in How long'll it take to fix it, Slady?" "Maybe a couple of days," said Tom. "Mybe a couple o' weeks," said the Britisher. "Mybe it won't, yer jolly good bloomin' ole London fag, you!" mimicked Archer. "It's as good as fixed already."
How long'll we have to wait?" he demanded shrilly. "King and country, why didn't somebody ask him that?" Matthew tore open the door. "Helders!" he shouted, "how long did they say we'd have to wait?" "Mebbe only a week or two mebbe longer," Helders' voice came out of the dark. "They couldn't tell me." Ellen's mother stood fastening up a fallen tinsel walnut.
"Power's off!" he called back casually into the car to the accountant, who had started up wildly, with the idea, apparently, that he had been carried past his station. "We've got to wait till they turn her on again." "How long'll that be?" "Oh, I don't know. The whole system is on the bum to-day. Maybe half an hour; maybe more. Better take another nap."
But I'm too old for that kind o' jokin'. Alice, where's Dick? How long'll it be before he's here? Where did he leave you? 'Now do just sit down, mother; here, in this chair. Just sit quiet for a little, do. Mrs. Mutimer pushed aside the girl's hand; her face had become grave again. 'Let me be, child. And I tell you I have seen Emma to-day.
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