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"Who?" demanded Mannie incredulously. "Winthrop," said Vera. "Did he?" exclaimed Mannie. His tone suggested that he might still be persuaded that there was good in the man. "What'd he play?" he demanded suspiciously. "First," said Vera. "Did he!" exclaimed Mannie. His tone now was of open approbation. Vera had raised her eyes and turned them toward the windows.
I've had men drive cabs so they could speak to me; I mind a time when one, who was to drive me frae the car, in the yards, tae the theatre, took me far oot of ma way, and then turned. "Now then, Harry Lauder!" he said. "Give me the thousand dollars!" "And what thousand dollars wi' that be, my mannie?" I asked him. "The thousand I wrote and told you I must have!" he said, as brash as you please.
"Do ye ken Greyfriars Bobby?" Tammy asked, timidly, of the man in charge. He glowered at the laddie and shook his head. "Havers, mannie; there's no' onybody named for an auld buryin' groond." The children fled. There was no use at all in wasting time on folk who did not know Bobby, for it would take too long to explain him.
She saw Jimmy's little arm broken and there were three of them in that tiny cabin to break his little arm! "Oh, poor wee mannie! Jimmy, ye're just going to sleep in my little house." He started to dance with joy, holding on to her hand and hopping on one foot in the alley-way. Then his face clouded over. "There'll be nobody to make daddy get in bed, then," he said. "Well "
'I'll no quit Jamie or the weans, said little Mary resolutely, turning back as the three-year-old boy elicited a squall from the eighteen-months one. 'Johnnie! Johnnie! what gars ye tak' away wee Andie's claw? Here, my mannie.
The woman turned on him. She was evidently in a prostitute's tantrum of malicious deviltry. Presently she would begin to lash herself into a wild rage. "Ah! this is the one!" she sneered, and raising her voice, she called, "Mannie, Mannie, come in here, quick!" A sidling step approached from the next box, and the face of Mr Emanuel Pick appeared at the door.
B, forbye he's growin' maist awfu' dreich in his sermons, though when he's that wearisome a body canna heed him wi'oot takin' peppermints to the kirk, he's nane the less, at seeventy-sax, a better mon than the new asseestant. Div ye ken the new asseestant? He's a wee-bit, finger-fed mannie, ower sma' maist to wear a goon!
It means far more. I'd ha' sung for nothin' 'deed, and I'd ha' paid oot ma own good siller to get a turn at one of the big halls. I had a London agent by that time, a mannie who booked engagements for me in the provinces. That was his specialty; he did little business in London itself. He was a decent body; he'd got me the week in Birkenhead, and I liked him fine.
"Vera!" cried Mabel. "Winthrop coming here?" demanded Mannie. "I met him at Mr. Hallowell's this morning," said Vera. "Didn't Paul tell you?" "Paul ain't back yet," said Mannie. "I wish he was!" His lower jaw dropped in dazed bewilderment. "Winthrop coming here?" he repeated. "And they're all coming here!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Paul just phoned me.
"You've given up your idea of sending me to jail," said Vera. "Vera!" exclaimed Vance reprovingly. "Judge Gaylor has apologized. We're all in harmony now." "Is that door locked?" asked Gaylor. Vance told him, save Mrs. Vance, Mannie, and themselves, there was none in the house; and that he might speak freely. "Miss Vera," began the Judge, "we left Mr.
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