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"I don't know how I know," said Jerry, "but I know el'funts have little tails like a rope." "Have you ever been to a circus?" asked Chris. "Not that I remember." "Have you ever seen a el'funt?" pursued Danny. "N-n-no, but it kind of seems as if I almost had." "I guess you'd know if you had seen a el'funt, wouldn't you?" "Y-y-yes," responded Jerry doubtfully.
He wrote to her, of course, sometimes the landlady knew his writing." Wimp looked Denzil straight in the eyes, and said, "You mean, of course, to accuse Mortlake of the murder of Mr. Constant?" "N-n-no, not at all," stammered Denzil, "only you know what Mr. Grodman wrote to the Pell Mell. The more we know about Mr. Constant's life the more we shall know about the manner of his death.
I say, Tom, you didn't think what old Hicky said was true, did you?" "N-n-no. Of course not." "Why, you did. Ha ha ha! That's what father and Mr Marston call superstition. I shall tell Mr Marston that you believe in will-o'-the-wisps." "Well, so do you. Who can help believing in them, when you see them going along over the fen on the soft dark nights!"
"As all t-t-the other m-m-men were k-k-killed b-b-b-by t-t-t-the same s-s-shell, t-t-there was n-n-no one t-t-there t-t-t-to c-c-c-count," he replied modestly. Having gleaned more lurid details with which we all too willingly supplied her, she finally departed. "Fierce by name and fierce by nature," I said, as the door closed.
"Are you hurt?" asked Mr. Blake. "N-n-no; I guess not," Hal answered slowly. "The ice is sort of soft, I guess." "No quite as soft as snow, however," laughed Daddy Blake. "Now you had better not try to skate until I take hold of your hand. I will hold you up. Come, Mab, well take hold of hands and so help each other to stand up."
No matter how frightened he might be, Peter would never fail to hang on to his money. "I-I s-s-spent it, Mr. McGivney." "You're lying to me!" "N-n-no." "Tell me where you put that money!" insisted the man, and his face was ugly with anger, and the muzzle of the revolver seemed to be trembling with anger. Peter started to insist that he had spent every cent.
"I can't help that," snapped the elder Redding. "What have I got to do with your boat? Look here!" he exclaimed, turning angrily and producing a small memorandum book from his pocket and rapidly turning the leaves. "Do you know how much I've given you in the last two months?" "N-n-no," stammered Sam, looking very much embarrassed, and shuffling about from one foot to the other.
"Then just about the time of your coming with the dog, your uncle undertook to obtain a swift and sure poison. Have I gone far enough?" "I I don't know." "Well, am I still ordered out of the house?" "N-n-no." "Thank you for your enthusiastic hospitality," said Average Jones so dryly that a smile relaxed the girl's troubled face. "With that encouragement we'll go on.
"I did not know that! But, after all, as it turned out, it did not matter!" sighed Rose. "Not in the least!" assented Mr. Fabian, amiably. "After all, it was not my fault! I married him in good faith; I did, indeed!" "Did you tell him of your previous marriage? That is what you have not told me yet!" "N-n-no; I was afraid if I did he might break off with me." "Ah!"
Her eyes, wide with recollection, were fixed upon Lounsbury. "But you passed through cities coming north," argued the storekeeper. "N-n-no," said Dallas, slowly; "we we skirted 'em." "What a pity!" He turned to the section-boss. "Pity!" echoed the latter. "Huh! You save you' pity. My gals is better off ef they don' meet no town hoodlums."
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