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She ran to the first step, and standing there, faced the men, one hand extended with perpendicular palm, and the other holding the pistol at her side. "Oh, please, don't go up there! Nobody is there indeed, there is not! P-l-e-a-s-e!" Then suddenly she sank swiftly down upon the step, and, huddling forlornly, began to weep in the agony and with the convulsive tremors of an infant.
Leave some upon my brow! For months it's sheltered me! And I'll protect it now! 'Oh, please! P-l-e-a-s-e! These exclamations annoy a barber, rouse a demon of fury in him. He reaches for a machine called 'clippers. Tell him how to cut hair, will you! A little more and he'll shave your head and not only half-way either, like the Norman soldiery at the time of the Conquest!
Blankly Flame's Father returned the stare. "Oh, p-l-e-a-s-e!" implored Flame. Her face was crinkled like fine crêpe. "Smooth out your nose!" ordered her Mother. On the verge of capitulation the same familiar fear assailed her. "Will you promise not to see the Lay Reader?" she bargained. " Yes'm," said Flame.
Flamande Nourice, and Miss Nourice, present their compliments! And are you by any chance short a marrow-bone? Or would you possibly care to borrow an extra quilt to rug-up under the kitchen table?... Blunder-Blot doesn't look very thick. Or Oh Mother, p-l-e-a-s-e!"
Go away, please, p-l-e-a-s-e, go away." So he got up and said, "All right, don't be afraid. I'll not take your eggs, I'll go right away." And so he did. When he had gone two or three rods, Mrs. Bob Lincoln fluttered down to her nest and settled herself quietly over her eggs. But Mr. Bob flew to a tall weed in front of little Luke. There he sat and swung and teetered and sang his merriest song.
She ran to the first step, and standing there, faced the men, one hand extended with perpendicular palm, and the other holding the pistol at her side. "Oh, please, don't go up there! Nobody is there indeed, there is not! P-l-e-a-s-e!" Then suddenly she sank swiftly down upon the step, and, huddling forlornly, began to weep in the agony and with the convulsive tremors of an infant.
I don't know the color of her eyes. I think they are glad color. I love her! I knew I would. Your devoted niece, DOROTHEA. P. S. I told her you didn't like young ladies and she said she didn't like old gentlemen, except a few. Please, P-L-E-A-S-E come and see me and you can come in the nursery if you don't want to see her. She knows. Your loving niece, DOROTHEA. P. S. Again.
"P-l-e-a-s-e, s-i-r, I d-i-d-n't t-r-y t-o d-o i-t," I falter, in a weak, gasping voice that brings tears to the eyes of the assembled officers and melts the captain's heart, so that he is already wavering between justice and mercy when a local wheelman comes gallantly to the rescue, and explains my natural ignorance of Cleveland's city laws, and I breathe the joyous air of freedom once again.
"Don't you torment Janice now, Marty," cried his mother. "I hope he is all right, Janice. Is it writ in his own hand, Marty?" "I dunno," said the plaguesome boy, looking at the address covertly. "It is postmarked 'Juarez'." "Oh, yes! oh, yes!" cried Janice. "He would send it down there to be mailed. So he said. Mail service up in Chihuahua is so uncertain. Oh, Marty! p-l-e-a-s-e!"
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