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"Evidently then Podge doesn't have the confidence in his school team that he ought to feel," said Hugh, apparently not at all disturbed. "Well, we have a whole week still for practice, and ought to keep on improving. I'm hoping that Keyport may overdo it, which is always possible." "You mean too much work will cause them to go stale; is that it, Hugh?"
Moreover, there was a director with his daughter in the train, both of whom were severely shaken, but they do not dream of claiming damages on that account. If you could have shown, Mrs Podge, that you had suffered loss of any kind, we should have offered you compensation promptly, but as things stand " "Well, well," exclaimed Mrs Podge, testily.
He shook his head "No." She wrote again, "What else do they do in Arkansas?" He replied, "They love." Then Mr. Duff Salter sneezed very loudly, "Jericho! Jericho! Jericho!" Podge ran off at such a serious turn of responses, but was too much of a woman not to be lured back of her own will. He wrote later in the evening this touching query: "How do the birds sing now? Are they all dumb?"
Mrs Podge, charmed with the stranger's urbanity, wished him good afternoon, admitted that she was quite well, and begged him to be seated. "Thank you, Mrs Podge," said Mr Sharp, complying.
Jack took the poor child in his arms, and Towzer trotted by his side. There was quite a pool of water where Flora had been standing, which had dripped from her wet clothes. "Well!" said Jack. "If you ain't a soppy bundle! Where have you been?" "Been to ride," said Flora. "In a blue cart with Mr. Podge." "Run away?" "No. Got lost." "And Towzer found you." "He did."
They like nice old men who will pet them." Here Podge ran out of the room and the conversation in the front parlor was renewed. The voice of Calvin Van de Lear said: "Agnes, looking at your affairs in the light of religious duty, as you seem to prefer, I must tell you that your actions have not always been perfect." Nothing was said in reply to this.
Podge Byerly took the note and found in a woman's handwriting these words: "Mr. Duff Salter, I suppose you know where you are. Your hostesses are very insinuating and artful and what else, you can find out! One man has been murdered in that family; another has disappeared. They say in Kensington the house of Zane is haunted. Podge read the note, and her tears dropped upon it.
The open book in her hand appeared like a great white wharf, or pier, covered with lime and coal in spots and places, and pushed forward into this hissing, rippling, exclaiming deluge, which washed its base and spread beyond. Podge could barely read a question in the book, and the sound of her voice was like gravel or sand pushed off the wharf into the river and swallowed there.
"A friend did indeed insist on my seeing a doctor, to whom, at his suggestion, I gave a fee of five shillings, but to say truth I did not require him." "Ha! was it the same friend who advised you to claim compensation?" "Ye-es!" replied Mrs Podge, a little confused. "Well, Mrs Podge, from your own admission I rather think that there seems something like a fraudulent attempt to obtain money here.
I told him and Silk told him we all told him his only chance was to keep away from every form of nitrogenous ultra-stimulants. I said to him often, 'Podge, if you touch heavy carbonized food, you're lost." "Dear me," I thought to myself, "there ARE such things after all!" "It was a marvel," continued Slyder, "that we kept him alive at all.
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