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"Washington!" exclaimed Cynthia. "When?" "N-now to-morrow." Then he added uneasily, "C-can't you get ready?" Cynthia laughed. "Why, I'll go to-night, Uncle Jethro," she answered. "Well," he said admiringly, "you hain't one of them clutterin' females. We can get some finery for you in New York, Cynthy. D-don't want any of them town ladies to put you to shame.
This morning he was late; the corridors nowhere echoed the rattle of his cash-box. So it occurred to me to entertain the crowd with a little imitation of Fillet. Seating myself at his desk, I frowned at a nervous junior, and addressed him thus: "N-now, my boy, how much b-b-bank do you want? Shilling? B-b-bank won't stand it. T-take sixpence. Sixpence not enough? Take ninepence and run away."
The Bramhallites enjoyed my impersonation. "N-now, Moles White, I mean how much b-b-bank do you want? Two shillings? B-bank won't stand it. Take three halfpence take it, Moles, and toddle away." There were roars of laughter, and a grin from White like the smile of a brontosaurus. "N-now, Doe, you don't want any this week you've come to pay in some, I suppose. You oh, damn!"
"N-now," continued the chief, with a gentle sway to the right, which he corrected with an abrupt jerk to the left, "n-now, the sun is about to descend, and w-we are here!" Feeling that he had made a decided point, he drew himself up and blinked, while his audience gave vent to another "Ho" in tones which expressed the idea "waiting for more."
Anthony took it curiously, and holding it close to the fire drew off the little case; there was the wax medal stamped with the lamb, called Agnus Dei. "Th-there," cried the man from the bed, "now I have p-put myself in your hands and if more is w-wanted " and as Anthony came back holding the medal, the man fumbled beneath the pillow and drew out a rosary. "N-now, sir, do you believe me?"
N-now, I 'm a plain s-s-sorter man, an' I m-make bold ter ask ye a m-mighty plain sorter qu-question is that there M-M-Mercedes on the squar?" He stood there motionless before her, a vast, uncertain bulk in the dim light, but he was breathing hard, and the deep earnestness of his voice had impressed her strongly.
"Washington!" exclaimed Cynthia. "When?" "N-now to-morrow." Then he added uneasily, "C-can't you get ready?" Cynthia laughed. "Why, I'll go to-night, Uncle Jethro," she answered. "Well," he said admiringly, "you hain't one of them clutterin' females. We can get some finery for you in New York, Cynthy. D-don't want any of them town ladies to put you to shame.
He cleared his throat, "If I med make so bold, sir, meanin' no offence " "What n-now?" "Why, sir, speakin' in my simple common way, I never hears a body stutter in his talk but I think of my brother Sam and how he cured hisself. He was a terrible bad stutterer in his young days, he was, nearly bustin' hisself tryin' to get it out, poor soul.
But if the Honorable Heth had been a keener man, he would not have been at that time a congressman. Mr. Sutton accused himself of having been stupid in not grasping at once that the tables were turned, and that now he was the one to dispense the gifts. "K-kind of fortunate you stopped to speak to me, Heth. N-now I come to think of it, I hev a little favor to ask of you." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr.
"I wish her nothing w-worse than she's got. Her name is " "Wait a moment, Severance," cut in Banneker sharply. "Don't say anything that you'll regret. Naming of names " "Oh, there's no harm in this, n-now," said Severance wearily. "Hers is smeared in filth all over our third page. It is Maud Territon. What do you think of P-Patriotic journalism, anyway, Banneker?"
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