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"Help 'self and help me 'cos I'm ver' tired ov' tired." While he was so employed Mr. Royston descanted freely on the subject of lovely women in the choice of which he declared himself to be an epicure. "See that one pho' frame piano. Tho'bred perfect tho'bred a darling love 'er love 'em all." "That's the talk," said Harrison Smith who was cursing the enforced delay.
His companion burst into a loud laugh, saying after it: "Pho, pho, man, don't be so silly as to put faith in nonsensical dreams of that kind. Many a one like it I have had, if I would bother my head with them. Why, within the last ten days, while you were dreaming of finding a pot of gold on London Bridge, I was dreaming of finding a pot of gold in Ireland."
Here in England is no more to be done. Moreover, there's danger for you in lingering, or I'm much mistaken else." "Danger of what?" asked Sir Richard, with indifference. "You are being spied upon." "Pho! I am accustomed to it. I have been spied upon all my life." "Like enough. But this time the spies are messengers from the secretary of state.
"Quite," said Soames in a suitably low voice, "but we shall have to begin again to get evidence. He'll probably try the divorce it will look fishy if it comes out that we knew of misconduct from the start. His questions showed well enough that he doesn't like this restitution dodge." "Pho!" said Mr. Bellby cheerily, "he'll forget! Why, man, he'll have tried a hundred cases between now and then.
I got back from Bentley Manor, where I had been a-visiting the Fotheringays, just in time to call for Patty in Gloucester Street. "Have you heard the news from abroad, Richard?" she asked, as I handed her into my chariot. "Never a line," I replied. "Pho!" exclaimed Patty; "you tell me that! Where have you been hiding? Then you shall not have it from me."
I got back from Bentley Manor, where I had been a-visiting the Fotheringays, just in time to call for Patty in Gloucester Street. "Have you heard the news from abroad, Richard?" she asked, as I handed her into my chariot. "Never a line," I replied. "Pho!" exclaimed Patty; "you tell me that! Where have you been hiding? Then you shall not have it from me."
"Many a poor person would be glad to buy it for a small sum of money. It's only a little defaced. I'm sure its richly worth four or five dollars." "Pho! Pho! Five dollar! Pho!" The old man seemed angry at my most unreasonable assumption. "Well, well," said I, beginning to feel a little impatient, "just tell me what you will give for it." "What you want?" he enquired, his manner visibly changing.
Melt all these down into one, with the three Graces, the nine Muses, and fourteen biscuit-bakers' daughters from Oxford Street, and make a woman half as lovely. Pho! I defy you. After uttering this rhapsody, the old gentleman snapped his fingers twenty or thirty times, and then subsided into an ecstatic contemplation of Miss La Creevy's charms.
"Neither at that, nor treble the sum," responded the gaunt, grizzled and threadbare Peter Goldthwaite. "The fact is, Mr. Brown, you must find another site for your brick block and be content to leave my estate with the present owner. Next summer I intend to put a splendid new mansion over the cellar of the old house." "Pho, Peter!" cried Mr.
Rossitur, she is right," said that gentleman; "a fallacy might as well elude Ithuriel's spear as the sense of a pure spirit there is no need of written codes. Make your apologies, man, and confess yourself in the wrong." "Pho, pho," said the old gentleman, "she don't take it very much to heart. I guess I ought to be the one to make the apologies," he added, looking at Fleda's face.
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