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When I call you COUSIN DOROTHY, you reply with MR. SCUDAMORE. 'The relation is hardly near enough to justify a less measure of observance. 'Our mothers loved each other. 'They found each other worthy. 'And you do not find me such? sighed Scudamore, with a smile meant to be both humble and bewitching. 'N-n-o. Thou hast not made me desire to hold with thee much converse.
"N-n-o," sighed Sybilla. "Because we do love each other, don't we?" "Y-yes, George." Then, radiant, yet sweetly shamed, confident, yet fearful, she lifted her adorable head from his shoulder. "George," she said, "I am beginning to think that I'd like to get off this table." "You poor darling!"
"For mercy's sake don't go and say that you are a Radical at heart too," I cried. "N-n-o. But isn't it rot, the whole business?" "What whole business?" "Ask Mr Fordyce there. He will tell you. I see it in his eye." "What is rot, Robin?" I asked. "Party government?" "Yes," said Robin, quite explosively for him. "It is such a scandalous waste of power and material." He laid down his cigar.
I think the hotel is too near the river, there is an oozy smell from the Nile that I hate, and the heat is perfectly sulphureous. Don't you find it so, Doctor?" "N-n-o! I cannot say that I do. Let me feel your pulse; I am not a medical man but I can easily recognize any premonitions of illness."
As he was absorbed in these meditations, he all at once encountered the upturned face of Smike, who was on his knees before the stove, picking a few stray cinders from the hearth and planting them on the fire. He had paused to steal a look at Nicholas, and when he saw that he was observed, shrunk back, as if expecting a blow. 'You need not fear me, said Nicholas kindly. 'Are you cold? 'N-n-o.
"Didn't you tell me you were willing to take oath that the lad whom you caused to be arrested and the horse-thief were one and the same person?" "Y-e-e-s, s-i-r," hesitated the thick head. "Are you willing to swear to the same thing now?" "N-n-o, your honor, that is, not hexactly. Someway he don't look the same now as he did then."
I call him a peach." "It's a fine head sure," murmured Jeff. Bud bent over him, eager to sing the praises of his sire. But, for the first time since man and boy had met, Jeff's face assumed a hard, professional look. Bud eyed him interrogatively. "Does your leg hurt any?" "N-n-o." "I'll fetch some more hot water, if you say so." "I'm feelin' a heap easier in my leg."
When I call you COUSIN DOROTHY, you reply with MR. SCUDAMORE. 'The relation is hardly near enough to justify a less measure of observance. 'Our mothers loved each other. 'They found each other worthy. 'And you do not find me such? sighed Scudamore, with a smile meant to be both humble and bewitching. 'N-n-o. Thou hast not made me desire to hold with thee much converse.
He turned away despairingly, and was going back through the small archway which led to the Ruins and the outside world, when a grating voice startled his ear. "Well, Méshe, whither fliest thou? Has my Milly forbidden thee to see me?" He looked back. Malka was standing at her house-door. He retraced his steps. "N-n-o," he murmured. "I thought you still out with your stall."
"Is this all?" he asked, in a tone that sent a thrill of alarm to the guilty heart of his clerk. "Yes, sir," was the not clearly outspoken answer. "Didn't Garland pay?" "N-n-o, sir!" The suddenness of this question so confounded Martin, that he could not answer without a betraying hesitation. "Martin!" Astonishment, rebuke, and accusation were in the voice of Mr.
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