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His imagination seized upon the point at once and set to work vigorously to develop it. This was his way with all such things, and he could not prevent it. "Bad Things?" he repeated, looking up at the governess. "You mean Things that could hurt?" "Yes, of course," she said, noting the effect of her words and thinking how pleased the Colonel would be later, when he heard it.
Governor Hayes had not been prominent during his brief service in Congress, but his repeated election over the strongest Democrats of Ohio, and his three terms as Governor, had made an excellent impression on the country.
He laughed suddenly, with his old boisterousness and clapped me on the shoulder. "This is the way out!" he shouted, and pointed to the silver tub that contained the champagne bottle. His voice sounded loudly above the music. "The way out!" he repeated. He got to his feet. His eyes were congested. The sweat streamed down his cheeks.
"Here we do not come again; there is too much witchcraft in this place." Travis stirred, saw that Jil-Lee was frowning at him. "Go ?" he repeated. "Yes, younger brother? You would continue to run with these who are governed by a machine?" "No. Only, eyes are needed on this side of the mountains." "Why?" This time Jil-Lee was plainly on the side of the conservatives.
"I have a good deal to talk over with you. Hester, you and Nan have always found me a kind, indulgent father, have you not?" "You have been very good to us," replied Hester. "Oh, perhaps not so good as some fathers, but good according to my lights, eh?" "You have been very good to us," repeated Hester.
She took up an old cheque-book, as if she could not bear to be idle, and began to look through it, seeming to search for something. Again he fell silent, watching her. "Yes?" she repeated after a moment, bending a little over the book she held. "They are very simple," he said quietly.
He inhaled sharply, and a spasm as of actual pain contorted his features. I wondered what train of thought poor Soames had been following. He did not enlighten me when he said, after a long pause, "You think I haven't minded." "Minded what, Soames?" "Neglect. Failure." "FAILURE?" I said heartily. "Failure?" I repeated vaguely. "Neglect yes, perhaps; but that's quite another matter.
“It’s worse than that, you see,” said Case. “You ain’t tabooed—I told you that couldn’t be. The people won’t go near you, Wiltshire, and there’s where it is.” “They won’t go near me? What do you mean by that? Why won’t they go near me?” I cried. Case hesitated. “Seems they’re frightened,” says he, in a low, voice. I stopped dead short. “Frightened?” I repeated. “Are you gone crazy, Case?
Even the historian, Orderic Vitalis, half English by descent and wholly so by birth, but writing in Normandy for Normans and very favourable to William, or possibly the even more Norman William of Poitiers, whom he may have been following, was moved by the sufferings of the land under these repeated invasions, revolts, and harryings, and notes at the close of his account of this year how conquerors and conquered alike were involved in the evils of war, famine, and pestilence.
Still, however, he resisted the repeated offers of the couch proposed to him, declaring he would sleep in his clothes, and leave to Bridget the full possession of her lair.
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