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'Oh-oh! he repeated; then he spat on the floor and walked out of the room. The expedition to Tula obviously no longer presented any features of interest to him; it had become for him a dull and unattractive business. 'Do you know the road well? I said, addressing Filofey. 'Surely, we know the road! Only, so to say, please your honour, can't... so on the sudden, so to say...
It is very well for secular historians to give up a tradition or testimony at once, and for a generation to oh-oh it; but the Church cannot do so; she has a religious responsibility, and must move slowly. Take the chance of its turning out that the heads at St. John Lateran were, after all, those of the two Apostles, and that she had cast them aside. Questions, I say, revive.
With elaborate absent-mindedness, Chester Pelton reached for the switch to turn on the video screen over the pantry door. "Oh-oh! Oh-oh!" Claire's slender hand went out to stop his own. "Not till coffee and cigarettes, Senator." "It's almost oh-eight-fifteen; I want the newscast." "Can't you just relax for a while? Honestly, Senator, you're killing yourself." "Oh, rubbish!
There stood Hester with her apron thrown over her head, weeping convulsively while Bainton, leaning against the ivied porch entrance to ths house, was trembling like a woman in an ague fit. "What's the matter?" said Walden, in a voice of almost peremptory loudness, a voice that sounded harsh and wild on his own ears "What has happened?" "Oh-oh Oh-oh!" wailed Hester "Oh, Mr.
"Cripes put that damn shiv away, Tif!" Art snapped. "Or lose it someplace!" Ramos, who was a part-time mechanic at the same garage where Tiflin worked, couldn't help taunting. "Yeah smoking, too. Oh-oh. Using up precious oxygen. Better quit, pal. Can't do much of that Out There." This was a wrong moment to rib Tiflin. He was in an instant flare. But he ground out the cigarette at once, bitterly.
He sutny don' ree'semble no runnin' hawss to me. I neveh yet see a head shape' like that on anything whut could run." Shanghai came closer and examined the equine stranger carefully. "Yo' an ugly brute, big hawss: ugly no name faw it. Oh-oh, kunnel; he got a knowin' eye, ain't he? If this hawss is wise as he look, he ought to be a judge in the Soopreme Cote!
He rose and made her a deep bow. He had, apparently, quite forgotten John, who still sat quietly with his paper across his knees, listening to them. "And where do I come in?" he asked with a little twinkle in his eyes. "Oh-oh yes," returned Clarence genially, "my dear fellow, how could we have forgotten you? Good old John, to want a part!"
You've waked up from a dream that you're falling?" "Sure," said Joe. Then he whistled. "Oh-oh! I see! You'd drop off to sleep, and you'd be falling. So you'd wake up. Everybody in the Platform will be falling around the Earth in the Platform's orbit! Every time they doze off they'll be falling and they'll wake up!" He managed to think about it. It was true enough.
I have a good deal of land which will come to Gervase in his turn, and meantime, as he engages my stewards for me and takes in hand most of the arrangements, you had better speak to him on the subject." "Oh-oh!" cried Nan, and turned towards the young man with hands clasped together in supplication. "Oh! do you do you? Then one of them is a bad steward, isn't he? I am sure he is!
The first one was tall and lean. Then he saw the profile of a lean face with a bent nose, heard a mockingly apologetic "Oh-oh..." and didn't quite realize that this was Tiflin, the harbinger of misfortune, before it was too late to collar him. Nelsen followed as soon as he could push his way from the packed house. But pursuit was hopeless in the crowded causeway outside.
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