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"Well, it's been quite a while," he said at last, "since I've been round to see you." "Yes, it has," she replied and the way she said it raised a more poignant question in his mind. Was she miffed, perhaps, because he had failed to call on her, that time when he came back to town? He had borrowed her money she might have been worried, that time when he went to New York.
"Oh, not at all, if you don't like." "Well, don't get miffed. Suppose I answer, 'Pretty well, I thank you, sir. How will that do?" "Are you writing anything now?" "I'm always scribbling something or other. At present, I've got the position of dramatic critic on the 'Daily Boreas, which is not a very bad bore, and keeps the pot boiling.
"May be not, too," retorted Tomah, with a miffed air, which showed he did not so readily appreciate the half-serious, half-sportive manner of the trapper as the other stranger had done. "May be, when you out with me catching beaver, one, two month, you no crow so loud." "That's right," interposed the hunter; "the Indian gives you what you deserve for your nonsense, Codman. But a truce to jokes.
You look as sweet as a peach." "But I say, Ethel," and Bob Peyton bounced out into the dining-room, "Miss Fairfield hasn't had any dinner, herself," and he smiled at Patty. "You see I know all about you. Farnsworth told the whole story. You are miffed with him, I believe, and wouldn't let him help you. So he came right over here and sent me back to help a fair lady in distress.
Hawksley feels. Been through the same bout." Cutty wanted Miss Frances out of the room. "Very well. Only, I've warned him." Miss Frances left, somewhat miffed. "Thanks," said Hawksley, smiling. "She thinks I'm a canary." "Whereas you're an eagle." "Or a vulture." Cutty chew up a chair. "Frankly, I believe a good breakfast will put you a peg up." "A beefsteak!"
She threw her cape aside and disclosed the fruits of her conquest. "So," snorted Jimmy in disgust, slightly miffed by the apparent ease with which Aggie had accomplished a task about which he had made so much ado, "you've gone into the business too, have you?" Aggie deigned no reply to him. She continued in a businesslike tone to Zoie. "Where's Alfred?" she asked. "Still out," answered Zoie.
"I thought you knowed him. Somebody told me you did. My mistake. No harm done. Have a drink, Luke." "Who told you I knowed this here now Jack Harpe?" probed Luke Tweezy, when he had smacked his lips over a second drink. "I don't remember now," evaded Racey Dawson. "What does it matter?" "It don't matter," was the answer the miffed answer it seemed to Racey. "It don't matter a-tall.
Don't you know that every hour you stay here makes it more dangerous for you?... Oh, you can laugh! That's all you do when a feller does her level best to see you don't come to any harm. Gawd! I could shake you for a fool!" "Was that what you pulled me alla way over here to tell me?" he inquired, somewhat miffed at her acerbity.
"I confess I have not read it," said Daniel. "I did not want to, for fear that it might disturb my affection for you, or hinder me in my duty." "Your faith cannot be very strong, if a few lines of print can shake it." "My convictions are firm enough," said Daniel, a little miffed, "but there are certain things which it is wisest not to discuss."
"Tess, I been goin' to tell ye somethin' fer a long time," he stammered, almost inaudibly. "Ye won't git miffed with a old friend, will ye?" "Sure not, 'Satisfied'," asserted Tess, gently. "It air 'bout Student Graves," explained Longman. A glint of gold flashed from under her lowered lids and a slow, deep scarlet ran in waves upward from her chin.
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