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Warfield, having a delicate errand to perform and knowing how much depended upon first impressions, pulled up eagerly when he recognised Lone. "Has the girl arrived safely, Lone?" he asked anxiously. "What girl?" Lone looked at him non-committally. "Miss ah Hunter. Have you been away all the forenoon?
A moment later he clucked at his dogs, which drew to one side, and the horses, from whose shaggy bodies a cloud of steam was rising, came abreast of him. The sled stopped. "Hello there, Papineau!" called one of the men. "Going in for provisions? Thought you hauled in a barrel of flour last week." "Uh huh," assented Philippe, non-committally.
You'll be marking time and keeping step with him yourself before you know it!" "Huh!" said John Flint, non-committally. Laurence came to spend his last evening at home with us. "Padre," said he, when we walked up and down in the garden, after an old custom, after dinner, "do you really know what I mean to do when I've finished college and start out on my own hook?"
The young man reseated himself and looked about idly at the rich ornamentation of the hotel room. "Some class this," he observed, concerning the Eclair Hotel, which was precisely what the hotel management wanted its patrons to feel. "Did you see your sister in Philadelphia?" Adelle asked. "Yep," he replied non-committally.
The landlady who opened the door in response to her somewhat timid ring regarded her with a curiously surprised expression when she inquired if Mr. Quarrington were in. "I'll see, miss," she answered non-committally, "if you'll step inside." The unusual appearance of the big double studio where she was left to wait puzzled Gillian.
"She's right tired, suh," said Sally non-committally. And then, "Mighty fine lookin' lady, suh. An' she is a lady! Huc'cum her here, Marse Warv'l? Whut you-all " "What did she say to you?" "Nothin' 'cept she's gwine git away right soon. White folkes' business ain't none o' my business." "Well, never you mind about all that, Sally. Now listen. It's your business to keep her there, in that room.
"That's all right for you, Jabe," answered the Boy, rising also, tightening his belt, and reaching for his rifle, "but I'm going off to see what I can see. Night's the time to see things in the woods." Jabe grunted non-committally, and began spreading his blanket in the lean-to. "Don't forgit to come back for breakfast, that's all," he muttered.
He knew this and yet he felt obstinate, mulish almost, as he sat down to reply non-committally to Miss Van Tuyn's letter. It was only when he did this that he thought seriously about its last words. Why had she troubled to write them down?
But I can feel the road under us giving already. And I've killed my engine!" Ruddy deliberated. "Won't start, eh?" "She simply WON'T!" "Ain't got a crank, have ye?" Rachael stared. "Why, yes, we have, under my seat here. But is there a chance that she might start on cranking?" she said eagerly. "Dun't know," Ruddy said non-committally.
"Um!" said Mr. Bryce non-committally. "Yes, that ad. What about it?" "I think," said the other with his eyes fixed intently on Mr. Bryce, "I think I am the best man for the job." "I haven't told you yet what the job is," Mr. Bryce objected. "That's so," the other admitted. "Beyond saying that it was dangerous, you did not attempt to describe it. It doesn't matter what you want in the Grampians.
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