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"Plucky little chap!" cried Henley. "But he's getting paid for it," Dixie said, bitterly. "He got overheated in the cold mountain-water, and he is in a bad fix, Alfred. I know when a sick person is dangerous, and he is." She was moving on toward Pitman's now, and Henley was keeping step by her side. "You mustn't take it so hard," he said, in an effort to calm her. "It will come out all right."
Pitman's evidential character, in her mother's having so publicly and so brilliantly though, thank the powers, all off in North Dakota! severed their connection with him; and yet mightn't it do her some good, even if the harm it might do her mother were so little ambiguous?
O Jim! Sssscrowger Jim!" That pleased everybody. And when a poetical Beverly man he had been making it up all day, and talked about it for weeks sang, "The Carrie Pitman's anchor doesn't hold her for a cent" the dories felt that they were indeed fortunate. Then they had to ask that Beverly man how he was off for beans, because even poets must not have things all their own way.
'Well, well, said Mr Judkin. 'The next time he calls ask him to step into my room. It is only proper he should be warned. Norfolk Street, King's Road jocularly known among Mr Pitman's lodgers as 'Norfolk Island' is neither a long, a handsome, nor a pleasing thoroughfare.
Matilda Pitman's watchful eyes that we could drive as fast as we liked; and we made good progress. But when we pitched camp that night Kate scanned the sky with an anxious expression. "I don't like the look of it," she said. "I'm afraid we're going to have a bad day tomorrow." We had. When we awakened in the morning rain was pouring down.
The new Russell Hotel, at the corner of Guilford Street, and Pitman's School of Shorthand, in the south-eastern corner, are the only two buildings to note. A bronze statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, executed by Westmacott, stands on the south side of the Square; this faces a similar statue of Fox in Bloomsbury Square.
Pitman," he said, "a young newspaper man, named Howell. He's a nice boy, and if there is anything to this, I'd like him to have it for his paper. He and I have been having some arguments about circumstantial evidence, too, and I know he'd like to work on this." I gave him a pair of Mr. Pitman's socks, for his own were saturated, and while he was changing them the telephone rang.
I have read somewhere that no two voices are exactly alike, just as no two violins ever produce precisely the same sound. I think it is what they call the timbre that is different. I have, for instance, never heard a voice like Mr. Pitman's, although Mr. Harry Lauder's in a phonograph resembles it.
But the climate of New South Wales is kindly, and, when one is used to it and one's eyes are young, the light of a single candle is surprisingly satisfying. That, at all events, was the light by which I mastered the intricacies of Pitman's system of shorthand, besides reading most of the volumes in Dursley's School of Arts library.
Pitman's fear. He was introducing them, with his pathetic belief in the virtue for every occasion, in the solvent for every trouble, of an extravagant, genial, professional humor; he was naming her to Mrs.
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