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This, it seemed, had put Collins on her mettle in defense of her own order, and she had replied that, if it came to that, m'm, the contents of the waste-paper baskets at Tory Hill, though slightly damaged, had borne ample testimony to the truth of the tale as Miss Maggie Murphy told it. If Mrs.
Then she stepped in, the footman touching his hat to her as though he knew her. 'Any maid, m'm? said the man to Lucy, as she was following. 'No oh no! said Lucy, stumbling in. 'Give me my bag, please. The man gave it to her, and timidly looking round her she settled herself in the smallest space and the remotest corner she could.
"Anything you want me about?" He lay back in his chair and stared, frowning, at the manuscript before him. "Nothing particular, if you're busy," Twyning said. "I just looked in." He advanced the paper in his hand and looked at it as if about to add something else. But he said nothing and stood by Sabre's chair, also looking at the manuscript. "That that book?" "M'm."
Sometimes it is the gardener that brings word of him. "A' dug the spade a fut deep and turned he up, the poisonous effet, a' soon stamped on he!" Sometimes it is the housemaid. "Please m'm there's lizards in the cellar, I dursn't go near." Sometimes a halfpenny head-line. "Can Life be Indefinitely Prolonged? Startling Discovery in a Lump of Coal."
Brewton, "what is more sacred than an American mother's love? Therefore let her not shame it with anger and strife. All little boys and girls are precious gems to me and to you. What is a cold, lifeless medal compared to one of them? Though I would that all could get the prize! But they can't, you know." "No, m'm." Many mothers, with their children in their arms, were now dumbly watching Mrs.
He could not resist her enticingly upturned lips. He brushed down his bristly mustache, and bent over awkwardly, to kiss his new daughter. "Thought you were one of those super-high-toned ladies, m'm Jenny," he remarked. The cultured child of millions smiled up at him reproachfully. "What! after I have been with you so long, Daddy?
Overtaken by his cow-puncher shyness, Lin was greeting her with ungainly ceremony, when she began at once, "You'll excuse me, but I just had to have my laugh." "That's all right, m'm," said he; "don't mention it." "For that boy, you know " "I'll fix him, m'm. He'll not insult yu' no more. I'll speak to him." "Now, please don't! Why why you were every bit as bad!" Miss Buckner pealed out, joyously.
There was no letter for any one present. "I'm sorry, truly," said Jessamine behind the railing. "For you seemed real anxious to get news. Better luck next time! And if I make mistakes, please everybody set me straight, for of course I don't understand things yet." "Yes, m'm." "Good-day, m'm." "Thank yu', m'm." They got themselves out of the station and into their saddles.
I suppose he had been so utterly spoilt as a child, a boy, and a young man, that he never acquired any power of self-control at all." "M'm, I should have thought that in that case he'd have been more likely to murder the man," said Mr. Flexen. "He was," said Mr. Manley in ready agreement. "But the other's always possible." "Yes; one has to bear every possibility in mind," said Mr. Flexen.
"When fraulein comes in, tell her to bring Dorothy upstairs." "Very well, m'm." The butler went out and Helen turned to her husband. Anxiously she said: "I've been a little worried about Dorothy lately. She's not looking well. I think she needs the country." Kenneth looked up quickly. Next to his wife he loved his flaxen haired little girl better than anything in the world.
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