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Ellen caught up the big coat she had brought to the place and laid it about his shoulders "you must have taken cold. But how could you? Come we must go at once." "N-not just yet. I'll g-get over this s-soon." He drew his arms about his knees, clasping them and doing his best to master the shivering, while Ellen watched him anxiously. Never in her life with Red had she seen him cold.
But in this I yield, of course, to the opinion of our ladies." "Let's get on, Stepan Trofimovitch, I beg you! By the way, you're wearing a red neck-tie. Is it long since you've taken to it?" "I've... I've only put it on to-day." "And do you take your constitutional? Do you go for a four-mile walk every day as the doctor told you to?" "N-not... always." "I knew you didn't!
"May I come with you, Cleone?" "No, sir, n-not while I'm here. Cleone, you go with him, or m-me, so choose!" "Oh, Ronald, take me home!" she breathed. So Barrymaine drew her arm through his and, turning his back on Barnabas, led her away. But, when they had gone a little distance, he frowned suddenly and came striding after them.
"The Bishop of Arezzo was here, and I should have liked you to meet him." "I had promised one of the students to go to a meeting at his lodgings, and they would have been expecting me." "What sort of meeting?" Arthur seemed embarrassed by the question. "It it was n-not a r-regular meeting," he said with a nervous little stammer.
There's buttercups, and there's daisies, and there's' the turnkey hesitated, being short of floral nomenclature 'there's dandelions, and all manner of games. 'Is it very pleasant to be there, Bob? 'Prime, said the turnkey. 'Was father ever there? 'Hem! coughed the turnkey. 'O yes, he was there, sometimes. 'Is he sorry not to be there now? 'N-not particular, said the turnkey.
"They're handsome tools, Ronald, and with your monogram, I see!" "Yes. Is your f-flask empty, Chichester?" "No, I think not," answered Mr. Chichester, still stooping above the pistol in his hand. "Then give it me, will you m-my throat's on fire." "Surely you 've had enough, Ronald? Did you know this flint was loose?" "I'm n-not drunk, I t-tell you.
"Yes, I will," Leigh replied, "but will you tell me what you know about him; you must know something?" It was Champers' turn to start now. "N-not much; not as much as I'm goin' to know, and it's not for my profit, neither. I don't make money out of women's needs. I never made a cent on this sale to you, but it was worth it to get to do that agent once," Champers declared. Leigh waited quietly.
He was extremely good-looking, with a blue eye and a blond mustache, not above thirty, and was trying hard to be sober, holding himself with dignity. "Are you the judge?" said he to me. "Hell " I began. "N-not guilty, your honor," said he. At this his wife looked anxious. "S-self-defence," he slowly continued; "told you once already." "Why, Rolfe!" exclaimed his wife, touching his elbow.
We'll wait at the corner of John Street and jump out at her and shriek like Red Indians. And then she'll drop dead with fright. She's such a silly beast " Then to his amazement he saw that Francey had grown quite white. Her mouth quivered. It was as though she were going to cry. And he had never seen her cry. "They they aren't coming, Robert." "N-not coming? W-why not?" "There's been a row.
"Er -paint the picture paint the picture, and then we'll talk about the price. Er wait a minute." He went into the house, and they heard him lumbering up the stairs. Cynthia sat with her back to the artist, pretending to read, but presently she turned to him. "I'll never forgive you never, as long as I live," she cried, "and I won't be painted!" "N-not to please me, Cynthy?" It was Jethro's voice.
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