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Even Steve raised his head to stare at Owen, though it required an effort for him to break the strange spell the milk-white pearl seemed to have cast about him. "Tell us what you mean, Owen," begged the broad-shouldered young Samson, with the bowed legs. "Yes, p-p-please do, b-because you s-s-see, we're all worked up now." "Then listen, fellows," said Owen, impressively.

Tell us one of your own, Hans." "D-d-d-do just as you p-p-please, Sch-sch " but the stammering chairman fairly broke down in trying to pronounce the name, and the boys all had another laugh.

"Come in," said Mr Inglis, and in came Mary, trying to look very serious, but evidently struggling with a laugh which would keep crinkling up the corners of her mouth, although she kept smoothing them out with her apron. "Well, Mary?" said her mistress. "If you p-p-please 'M," said Mary, who then stopped short, for something seemed to have got in her throat.

In the moist pink palm lay three dollars, a fifty-cent piece, and a dime. Never had Pap's voice sounded so harsh in my ears as when he said: "Do I understan' that ye offer this to me?" His tone frightened her. "Yas, sir. Won't you p-p-please t-take it?" "Did yer folks tell ye to give me this money?" "Why, no. I'd oughter hev asked 'em, I s'pose, but I never thought o' that. Honest Injun, Mr.

Do you know what it is to wear fine clothes, to d-d-drink rare wines, to see great sights, to go where you want to and to do what you p-p-please?" "I do not, nor do I wish to. And thee must abandon these follies and sins, if thee would enter the Kingdom of God," David replied, fixing his eyes sternly upon the face of the blasphemer. "God! Ha, ha, ha! Who is He, anyhow? Same old story!

"D-d-don't mention it, Max, p-p-please," said Toby, with a gloomy shake of his head; "because while my f-f-folks might be out of d-d-danger from a regular f-f-flood, if a monster wave of water came a s-s-sweepin' along down here, it'd sure ketch us, and make our p-p-place look like a howling wilderness."

You told me to do the b-b-best I c-could for him, judge, so I've jest given him y-your b-b-bay gelding, an' told him to light out for healthier c-climes, my p-p-professional opinion being he'd be hanged quicker'n h-h-hades if he dallied here. B-by this time my client's 'bout fifteen mile out yonder somewheres. That was the b-b-best I could do for him, may it p-p-please the court."

The head ticket-collector touches him on the shoulder and repeats impatiently: "T-t-tickets, p-p-please!" The passenger starts, opens his eyes, and gazes in alarm at Podtyagin. "What? . . . Who? . . . Eh?" "You're asked in plain language: t-t-tickets, p-p-please! If you please!" "My God!" moans the scraggy-looking man, pulling a woebegone face. "Good Heavens!

"The square thing to do would be for you to take him aside and do the best you can for him." Court, jury, and witness then adjourned to the veranda, while Samuelson led his client aside to the Court House cells. An hour passed ere the lawyer returned alone. Mutely the audience questioned. "May it p-p-please the c-court," said Samuel-son, "my client's case is a b-b-b-bad one a d-d-amn bad one.

If there was any general favorite it was John; for while his poverty excited the sympathy of all, his manliness and generousness of heart made everybody his friend, and so, when Sampson got the boys quiet, he announced: "G-g-gentlemen of the order of the c-c-cellar-door, the story-teller for th-the evening is our friend Harlan. P-p-please c-come forward to the t-top, Mr. Harlan."