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None of 'em have ever let me finish it. It gets just awful at the end part." "But why in the world didn't you explain to Mr. Prout, instead of leaving him under the impression ?" "Padre Sahib," said McTurk, "it isn't the least good explainin' to Mr. Prout. If he hasn't one impression, he's bound to have another." "He'd do it with the best o' motives. He's in loco parentis," purred Stalky.
She was interested, even while she shuddered; it was as though she had been made the object of the sudden, if venomous, admiration of a king-cobra. "My friend," purred Storri, one afternoon when he and Mr. Harley were alone, "my good friend, I will no longer refrain from taking you into my confidence; and when I say that, you are to understand, also, into the confidence of my Czar."
"I'm goin' to make things snug and put down the other anchor," he said. "You stay till I come back and we'll have suthin' hot." He put on his oil-skin hat and coat, and taking the lantern from its hook, went out into the night. Within, the light of the swinging lamp fell on the turkey-red. It glowed. The cat purred in its depths. The artist had been dreaming. In his hand he held an open locket.
"'Don't you know that you mustn't pull the kitty's tail? says she. 'Don't you know you hurt the poor kitty, and she'll scratch you if you don't take care. Poor kitty, you mustn't hurt her. "And with that she said the child stopped pulling that cat's tail and went to stroking her just as soft and pitiful, and the cat put his back up and rubbed and purred as if he liked it.
"But who else will take that charitable view?" purred the other, in that suave voice which so ill accorded with his thin lips and slightly hooked nose. "I really don't care," was the weary answer. "Not at the moment, perhaps. You have had a trying day, no doubt. My visit at its close cannot be helpful. But "
Belinda Black, and her children were Potty Black and Sir Thomas More Black, this last being a creature of noble mien and a meditative turn of mind. "Homage and praise to Bast, the cat-headed, the wise one, the great goddess!" purred Alicia, stroking Mrs. Belinda Black's satiny head.
I guess the sentries saw him before they saw the white flag." "They shot him?" "Yes, unfortunately they did." Tony's voice broke a little, and that struck me as odd; for he could not have had any personal interest, it seemed, in Major Vandyke's chauffeur-orderly. "I hope they didn't kill the poor fellow?" purred Mrs. Dalziel. "I don't think he's dead yet, mater, but I'm afraid he's past speaking.
"Yes, of course, Mark would like to help!" purred his mother comforted at the very thought of every day life and Mark going about as usual, "But " and the apprehension flew into her eyes again, "He isn't home. Billy, he hasn't come home at all last night! I'm frightened to death! I've sat up all night!
She dared look no longer, but let the paper drop, and had wheeled round with her back to the desk just as Virginia found the purse. "Thank you so much," purred Lady Gardiner, who knew from experience that Virginia would beg her not to give back the money, and that, with a grateful kiss, and perhaps a tear or two, she would allow herself to be persuaded.
Claudius Tiberius still purred, sticking his claws into the bark with every evidence of pleasure. "I do not know," said Mr. Perkins, sadly, running his fingers through his mane, "whether we are obliged to take as final these vagaries of a dying man. Dear Uncle Ebeneezer could not have been sane when he penned this cruel letter.
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