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"Perhaps you'll come over to England yourself, one of these days. If you only have a couple of good years, you could easily shut up the place and run over for the winter," she said shyly. "I guess that would be a dangerous experiment. You'll be a lady in England. I guess I'd still be only the hired man." "You'd be my husband." "N-o-o-o," he said, with a shake of the head.
As a man I love the ground she walks on; as a Jones well, if she feels like that about it I told her she had better wait for a De Montmorency." "But she didn't say she wouldn't marry you, did she?" "N-o-o-o!" "She didn't ask you to change your name, did she?" "N-o-o-o!"
"Wouldn't you, kid?" asked Dan, softly, for, after all the troubles and perplexities of the day, his little chum's trusting friendship seemed very sweet to him. "N-o-o-o!" answered Freddy, most decidedly. "But I sort of wish Brother Bart was not going. He'll keep me such a baby!" "No, he won't. I'll see to that," said Dan, with a twinkle in his eye.
I suppose it was only about fifteen seconds before you answered, but it seemed like ten minutes. I thought you were going to refuse. How Gertie would have gloated!" "I was thinking." "I see. Counting up my good points and balancing them against my bad ones." "N-o-o-o: I was thinking you wouldn't have asked me like that if you hadn't of despised me."
Prudencia, alone, curled up in a far corner of her bed, the clothes over her head, was bemoaning many things incidental to matrimony. As she heard the sound of heavy steps she gave a little shriek. "It is I, Prudencia," said her uncle. "Where is Reinaldo?" "I do not know." "Did he not come from the ball-room with thee?" "N-o-o-o-o." "Dost thou know where he has gone?" "N-o-o-o, señor."
Thimblefinger, pulling out a tiny watch, "did you ever feel of the water in the spring at precisely nine minutes and nine seconds after twelve o'clock?" "N-o-o-o," replied Buster John, taken by surprise, "I don't think I ever did." "Of course not!" cried Mr. Thimblefinger gayly. "You had no reason. Well, at nine minutes and nine seconds after twelve o'clock the water in the spring is not wet.
But you don't still, believe in this ghost, do you, George?" "N-o-o-o not 'xactly," answered George, hesitating upon the word, "can't say as I believe 'xactly, and yet, Lord! 'ow should I know?" "Then you do still believe in the ghost?"
When I reached the Old Swan, I soon found Betty, and there could be no mistake in my reading of the light I saw in her eyes. After talking with her a minute or two in the tap-room, I asked her to tell me of Hamilton, and she said hesitatingly that he had left the inn nearly two months ago. "Do you know where he is?" I asked. She answered hesitatingly, "N-o-o-o."
All of Clump's spirit was aroused, and he stammered as he replied "No, mon; n-o-o-o! We dussen keeps no ho-o-o hotel 'ere, we dussen. You'se find tabben ober end de town. Dis am Massa Tre-gel Tre-gel Massa Tregellin's privet mansion." "Ho! ho!" answered the man, slapping his hat down on his head and spitting again. "Massa Tregellin's house, is it?
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