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She weighs ninety-six pounds six iv it bein' tea an' toast an ninety iv it soul. "No, sir, whin it comes to goin' up to th' scales to have their souls weighed people'll be as shy as they are in a Customs House. Th' people that wud make th' invintion pay wud be th' last to want to be tested by it.

"What's the matter?" "I've lost my book. What have I done with my little brown book?" "Didn't you drop it on that beastly dog?" "Oh, did I? People'll tread on it on the stairs. Oh dear! I'll run down and get it. But don't call Bobby beastly, please." "Why not? Dogs are beasts, aren't they?" Esther puzzled over the retort as she flew downstairs, but could find no reply.

People'll soon see as you're strange in your manner, and I'll put the news about as you've been so affected by that affair that your memory's gone." "I was thinking of doing that the other day myself," said Captain Barber, slowly and untruthfully. "I thought you was, from something you said," replied Nibletts. "I think I spoke of it, or I was going to," said Barber.

"The château people'll pay for that," said a jolly-faced farmer. "They can't expect to get things for nothing." That decided the matter, and the two carts set off, one to the right, the other to the left, jolting and shaking the remains of these two beings who had so often been clasped in each other's arms, but who would never meet again.

I've broken the laces," said Andrews. "Can you swim under water?" Andrews nodded. "We want to make for that bunch of barges the other side of the bridge. The barge people'll hide us." "How d'ye know they will?" The Kid had disappeared. Andrews hesitated a moment, then let go his hold and started swimming with the current for all his might.

I hope," wistfully, "that some day people'll speak o' Baldy jest like that." "You can hardly expect that, Ben! Think of the hundreds and hundreds of good dogs that are never known outside of their own kennels. Baldy is obedient and willing, but it takes something extraordinary, really brilliant, or dramatic, to give a dog more than a local reputation.

"But, lor, there, you know how people'll talk in a little country place where there ain't much doing! And it ain't for me to speak of what happened back in those times, being barely out of my teens then and away cow-keeping over Alton way for Farmer Whimsett. Regular chip of the old block, he was. Don't breed that sort nowadays.

There was something inexplicable in the affectionate confidence she felt in this strange, old man. "Only a little, sir," she said. "We are not rich; we have only a little." "A little's a good deal, good deal, good deal. Take care of it, child. People'll git it away from you.

Lulu cried. "You didn't even tell me after he'd gone." "I forgot it," Mrs. Bett said, "finding Ninian's letter and all " She talked of Ninian's letter. Di was bright and alert and firm of flesh and erect before Lulu's softness and laxness. "I don't know what your mother'll say," said Lulu, "and I don't know what people'll think."

You were born a lady, and you'll always feel you've got social standing, and people'll feel that way too." "But I wasn't," said Susan earnestly. "Indeed, I wasn't. I was born a a nobody. I can't tell you, but I'm just nobody. I haven't even got a name."