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"The werry same!" returned Dummie. The dame turned in her chair and refilled her pipe. It was evident from her manner that Mr. Dunnaker's suggestion had made an impression on her. But she recognized two doubts as to its feasibility: one, whether the gentleman proposed would be adequate to the task; the other, whether he would be willing to undertake it.
Dummie expressed his gratitude, refilled his glass, and the hospitable matron, knocking out from her pipe the dying ashes, thus proceeded: "You sees, Dummie, though I often beats the boy, I loves him as much as if I war his raal mother, I wants to make him an honour to his country, and an ixciption to my family!" "Who all flashed their ivories at Surgeons' Hall!" added the metaphorical Dummie.
It has been kind to you?" Blake laughed and drank some of his wine. "Oh, I can't complain! If it isn't quite the same world that it was, the fault's in me. I'm getting old, Lize! Eight-and-thirty come next March!" A palpable chill touched the woman; she shivered, then laughed a little hysterically, and finished her wine. "Ssh! Ssh! Don't say such things!" Blake refilled her glass. "I was jesting.
But in a few minutes the milk was so burnt and smoked that no one could touch it, and even the pigs refused the wash into which it was thrown. "Ah, good-for-nothing hussy!" cried the Housewife, as she refilled the pan herself, "you would ruin the richest with your carelessness. There's a whole quart of good milk wasted at once!"
But between the time when they came into the house from the druggist's and the time when she took the first capsule, that night, someone who had access to the house emptied one capsule of its harmless contents and refilled it with a deadly dose of morphine a white powder which looks just like the powder already in the capsules. "Why, then, the normal pupils of the eyes?
The famous well was surrounded by a throng apparently impassable. "Room for the Royal Hadji for the Prince of India!" the guide yelled. "There are no poor where he is make way!" A thousand eyes sought the noble pilgrim; and as a path opened for him, a score of Zem-Zemis refilled their earthen cups with the bitter water afresh. A Prince of Hind did not come to them every day.
"No, I reckon not," was the reply, punctuated by a short laugh. "The Avenue seems to be depopulated." "So? I hadn't heard of anybody goin' away," said Caleb the literal. "Nor I," said Tom curtly; and the conversation paused until the iron-master had deliberately refilled and lighted his corn-cob.
When one side was pretty well done he turned the other, and, while that was cooking, cut off a few scraps from the half-roasted side and tried them. We need scarcely add that none of the party were particular. The birds were disposed of in an incredibly short time, and then the pipes were refilled for a second smoke.
As is generally the case when one is in a tight place, one of the old cases jammed and would not come out they had been refilled, and had, besides, been wet a few days before, and my hands were clumsy in my haste and so, finally, I had to snap up the breech on but one fresh cartridge, throw up the gun, and fire, as the bear was within ten feet of me.
Then I went to the fireplace, knocked the ashes out of my pipe, refilled it and relit it. When I returned he was reading his book, and with deep relief I took up mine. That much of it was over. But again I found myself watching him. What was in my father's mind? Why this anxious almost humble tone? It made me wince, it made me ashamed.
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