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Miss Carrie, whose attention had wandered a little, here suddenly observing, stopped her, saying her gestures were stiff and meaningless. She said they looked like straight lines cut in the air. Emmy Lou, anxious to prove her efforts to be conscientious, explained that they were straight lines, it was a square.
Matthews, when the mountaineer had recovered from another explosion. Lou shook his head, as he straightened himself in the saddle. "Blame me 'f I kin tell. Jest wouldn't tell 't all last night. Wanted a BATH. Called Uncle Ike some new fangled kind of a savage, an' th' old man 'lowed he'd show him. He'd sure have him persecuted fer 'sultin' a gov'ment servant when th' inspector come around.
The valentines must come from a little boy, or it wasn't the real thing. And to get no valentine was a dreadful dreadful thing. And even the timidest of the sheep began to cast eyes across at the goats. Emmy Lou wondered if she would get a valentine. And if not, how was she to survive the contumely and shame? You must never, never breathe to a living soul what was on your valentine.
They did not quicken their pace when they saw Carl; indeed, they did not openly look in his direction. They advanced distrustfully, and as if they wished the distance were longer. Alexandra beckoned to them. "They think I am trying to fool them. Come, boys, it's Carl Linstrum, our old Carl!" Lou gave the visitor a quick, sidelong glance and thrust out his hand. "Glad to see you."
Ten feet away in the flickering half-light, the immense bulk of the mayor of Reuton reposed on the arm of a leather couch, and before him stood his lithe unpleasant companion, Lou Max, side by side with Mr. Bland, whose talk of haberdashery was forever stilled. The candles sputtered, the storm angrily rattled the windows; Mr. Peters flitted like a hairy wraith about the table.
"B," said Emmy Lou, "and e?" "Be," said Aunt Cordelia. If B was Be, it was strange that B and e were Be. But many things were strange. Emmy Lou accepted them all on faith. After dinner she approached Aunt Katie. "What does it read?" asked Emmy Lou, "m and y?" "My," said Aunt Katie. The rest was harder. She could not remember the letters, and had to copy them off on her slate.
A fine, long, new slate-pencil grandly encased for half its length in gold paper. One bought them at the drug-store across from the school, and one paid for them the whole of five cents. Just then a bell rang. Emmy Lou got up suddenly. But it was the bell for school to take up. So she sat down. She was glad Miss Clara was not yet in her place.
Lou sat beside Landis holding his hand, and the murmur of her voice was still pleasant as an echo through the room when she looked and saw Donnegan. At that she rose and her face hardened as she looked at him. Landis, also, lifted his head, and his face was convulsed with hatred. So Donnegan closed the door and went softly away to his own shack. She hated him even as Landis hated him, it seemed.
They were too excited and eager to ask where she had been, for the fierce rebel yell had already been raised at the entrance of the avenue. "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Baron, "now we'll see this Yankee scum swept away." Apparently he would have good reason for his exultation. Scoville was the last man in the world to fight blindly, and Miss Lou kept her eyes on him.
Sullivan, Lou Sullivan, Secretary of Health and Human Services, to lead a Domestic Policy Council review of recommendations on the quality, accessibility and cost of our nation's health care system. I am committed to bring the staggering costs of health care under control. The State of the Government does indeed depend on many of us in this very chamber.
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