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What did it matter to us whether they were mopped up by the Indians, or the French, or not? 'But if you want us to go to all the expense and trouble of protecting you, and putting down those fellows, why, hang it, we said, 'you must pay some of the bill! That was all English Ministers asked; and perfectly right too.
Above the tree-tops he saw the roof and gables of his uncle's house, and, as he mopped his face with his blood-clotted handkerchief, he trudged toward it. Old Welborne himself was on the lawn inspecting his beehives, near the front gate, when his nephew entered, and he turned toward him, staring curiously. "Why, what's the matter?" the old man asked.
He dropped on the step just below her and mopped his forehead. Neither of them could say anything. He took off his horn-rimmed eye-glasses, carefully inserted the point of a pencil through the loop, swung them in a buzzing circle, and started to put them on again. "Oh, keep them off!" she snapped. "You look so high-brow with them!" "Y-yuh; why, s-sure!" She felt very superior.
He mopped his forehead, and leaned slowly forward, moving with caution. "But you are ill! You are in pain!" Chris exclaimed. "No," he said. "No, I have no pain. I am better. I am quite well." Again he looked up at her, smiling. "But how I have alarmed you!" he said regretfully. "And your arm, petite? It is not burnt not at all?"
Nelda was at the wheel, and Gladys, beside her on the front seat, raised a white-gloved hand in the thumbs-up salute. Rand gave it back, and watched the car swing around the house. Then he mopped his face with a wad of Kleenex and went over to the room-temperature thermostat, turning it down to sixty. Sitting down at the desk, he dialed Humphrey Goode's number on the private outside line.
'He was not an upright man, Matty, and you know it, he began quite boldly; 'he was a libertine, and a gambler, and an open scoffer at religion. But Matty went on sobbing harder than ever, and at last, getting angry, he said sternly: 'And more than this, ma'am, he was, as you know, a faithless and disloyal husband! Then the poor girl drew out a pocket handkerchief with a three-inch black border and mopped her pretty blue eyes.
How'll I be by the time I get out to that ranch?" Champers stretched his limbs and mopped his hot neck with his handkerchief. "I reckon I'd better go, though. Jacobs always knows why he wants a thing. And he's the finest man ever came out of Jewey. With him in town and Asher Aydelot on a farm, no city nor rural communities could be more blessed."
When the pool on the floor had been mopped up, and the leaping, gasping goldfish had been collected and put back in the water, the Baby was taken away to be entirely redressed by Martha, and most of the others had to change completely.
As they were rising from the table Westervelt entered with a face like a horse, so long and lax was it. "They have burned us alive!" he exclaimed, as he sank into a chair and mopped his red neck. He shook like a gelatine pudding, and Helen could not repress a smile. "Your mistake was in reading them. We burned the critics." The manager stared in vast amaze. "You didn't read the papers?"
Rex took out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead, looking anxiously at his companion the while. "You don't think you will be ill, do you, Norah? You look horribly white." "Oh no! oh no! I shall be all right in an hour, but I shall never forget it.
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