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Senator Jones finally broke the tension by asking, "What is your name?" Judge Robinson enjoined, "Speak up, speak up. Don't mumble." "Albert Weener," I replied. There was a faint sigh through the room. Everyone who read the Daily Intelligencer had heard of me. "And what is your occupation, Mr Weener?" asked Henry Miller.
So long as God does not destroy this wisdom, what can the people of K'uang do to me?" Again, when Confucius cried, "Alas! there is no one that knows me," and a disciple asked what was meant, he replied, "I do not murmur against God. I do not mumble against man. My studies lie low, and my penetration lies high. But there is God; He knows me."
At length, a very old lady was heard to mumble, in indistinct tones, ‘Exeter Hall.’ A sudden light broke in upon the meeting.
This had the further effect of awakening the unfortunate lad; and he struggled to loosen his bonds, but they were too strongly tied. He endeavored to answer Jack, but only a meaningless mumble resulted, for the gag was effective. "All you have to do is to keep quiet," urged the man, as he knelt beside Mark in the darkness.
Toward evening, as the sun was sinking into the sea, he commenced to chuckle and mumble to himself, but his eyes never left Clayton. After it became quite dark Clayton could still feel those terrible eyes upon him. He dared not sleep, and yet so exhausted was he that it was a constant fight to retain consciousness.
"I'm afraid I'm not a very good miner," she said, "although I suppose I ought to be a yellow-legged expert, having been brought up somewhere within sound of the stamps all my life. Good luck to you. Good-by." His reply was almost a mumble, and the black horse started down the trail. He watched her, with a sinking, hungry heart.
My dear friend, Jack Tufthunt, for example, knows ONE Lord whom he met at a watering-place: old Lord Mumble, who is as toothless as a three-months-old baby, and as mum as an undertaker, and as dull as well, we will not particularise. Tufthunt never has a dinner now but you see this solemn old toothless patrician at the right-hand of Mrs. Tufthunt Tufthunt is a Dinner-giving Snob.
Mr Merrett had been speaking with the detective, and did not hear this dialogue; but Mr Barnacle did, happily for me. "Then," he said, turning short round to Hawkesbury, "Masham was here this morning?" Hawkesbury, thus suddenly cornered, turned first red, then white, and tried to mumble out some evasion. But Mr Barnacle was not the man to be put off in that way.
In one figure a huge Russian prince got hold of me, and squeezed me until I very nearly screamed; you see, Mamma, how dreadful foreigners are like that. It was like being hugged by a bear in the Zoo; and after it, he kept giving me flowers or presents if I dared to sit down for a moment, but he did not say a word except once or twice a mumble of "Adorable mademoiselle."
To do without a mass would have appeared easy to others, but not to these staunch believers. The worthy Catholic Democrats with great difficulty at length unearthed in a tiny suburban parish a poor old vicar, who consented to mumble in a whisper this mass in the ear of the Almighty, while begging Him to say nothing about it. On the night of the 7th and 8th of January, Charras was sleeping.
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