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"You'll never gaun till your work the day," she said in warm concern. "You'll never be able. You'd better tak' a rest, my laddie. A day will no' mak' muckle difference noo. We're no sae ill aff, an' I wadna like to hae onything gaun wrang. Gang away till your bed, an' dinna bother aboot your work. A guid rest'll maybe keep you frae getting the cauld."
"So he did," responded Miss Major. "I didn't think of it in that light. We've had a nice evening, anyway. It seems good to get out of the rut." "Yes," answered Miss Castlevaine grudgingly; "but they'll have to keep this up, now they've begun, or there'll be more fusses than a few!" "What do you mean?" "Why, everybody'll have to have a birthday party, or the rest'll be jealous." "Oh, yes, I see!
Now, I propose that, after we've landed, we make a sweep round until we get near the Yanks' camp. Then the rest'll wait and two or three of us'll go in and see if we can't get the young fellows out of wherever they've put 'em. Then we'll jine you and make a running fight of it back to the boat." The others assented.
Chang, Lindner, and Yasunon are the only ones with them so far, though. The rest'll get them as soon as they go into Luna Base for a major refit." They had been walking while he talked, and came to a halt beneath a wide-spreading, though not very tall, tree. Corina didn't recognize the species, but liked its smell. "Is this all right?" Medart asked. "Fine," Corina said approvingly.
Jasmine sat up, and thereafter held herself as though she was in her yellow salon yonder in London. "Thank you," she replied serenely to Corporal Shorter. "It was a long, tiring journey, and I let myself go for a moment." "A good night's rest'll do you a lot of good, ma'am," he ventured. Then he added, "Beggin' pardon, ain't you Mrs. Colonel Rudyard Byng?"
Maybe the one'll die for lack of the proper soil, and many is cruelly trampled on, but the rest'll be growing, and none to stop 'em. No, I won't listen to it! You you ask me to yield to them, when you have lost your son, when they're willing to sacrifice to murder my son on the field of battle? DR. JONATHAN standing there, holding in his hand a yellow envelope. A telegram? For me?
This was a compliment, and Jinnie tried to sit up bravely, but a friendly hand held her close. "Just begin, an' the rest'll come easy," Lafe insisted. Jinnie's tongue refused to talk, and of a sudden she grew ashamed and dropped her scarlet face. "I don't believe I can tell it, Lafe dear," she got out. "Something about a man?" Jinnie nodded. "Then I got to know! Tell me!" he directed.
"Well, there hasn't but two died; the rest'll live," said Fly, swinging one of them around by its tail, as if it had been a tame cherry. Just then Grace came and stood in the parlor doorway. "O, fie!" said she; "what work! Ma doesn't allow that cage in the parlor. You just carry it out, Fly Clifford." Miss Thistledown Flyaway looked up at her sister shyly, out of the corners of her eyes.
Kind of a woman's dish, anyway, I suspect, but most everybody'll be makin' a stagger to worm through nine of 'em, now Ambersons brought 'em to town. Yes, sir, the rest'll eat 'em, whether they get sick or not! Looks to me like some people in this city'd be willing to go crazy if they thought that would help 'em to be as high-toned as Ambersons.
He spoke quietly without a sign of emotion. But the light in his hot eyes was almost desperate. "I want to hand you the story so you'll get it all clear," he went on after a moment. "So I'll start by telling you how we stand at the mill. Get this, an' hold it tight in your head, and the rest'll come clear as day. Sachigo's right on top.
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