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"What about seeing from a distance, and seeing the whole and not the part?" retorted Larry. "What about a bird's eye view?" He had risen to his feet and was looking down at her, feeling the moral support of physical elevation. "That depends on the bird!" said Christian. "Now, if it were a goose, for example! Like Hi! Dogs! Look, Larry! Look! Down by the furze bushes! A huge rabbit!"
"Why of course I had rather landed you here, and been off for home rather than to carry you further and be burdened with your queasy fancies," retorted Jones brutally. "I'm no man's fool I'd have thee to know my little fire-eater, and thou 'lt be no gladder to say good-by when the time comes than I."
"To my mind 'America' is as sacred as any hymn ever written, and I won't hear it guyed! That's no decent occupation for an American boy." "That's right," nodded Greg Holmes. "Well, I won't yield to any of you in being American to the backbone," Dave retorted hotly. "Prove it," said Tom more quietly. "I'll prove it by my whole life, if need be," Darrin went on warmly.
"Your beautiful lace, my dear love do you know how much it cost?" "I don't care how much it cost it is not beautiful, and I'll have none of it," replied Bell, sobbing; "for it is not beautiful." "But it is beautiful," retorted her mother; "I chose the pattern myself. Who has put it into your head, child, to dislike it? Was it Nancy?"
He cared more about getting on in the world than he did about his wife." Jethro looked away contemplatively. "Wa-wahn't the woman to blame any?" he said. "Read the book, and you'll see," retorted Cynthia, flicking her horse, which started at all gaits down the road. Jethro stood in his tracks, staring, but this time he did not see her face above the hood of the gig.
She retorted vehemently: "The motor-car was taken back by his friends and the notes will be restored. He never touched them. My leaving for America had made him lose his head." "Very well. I am quite willing to believe everything that you say. But the police may show less faith in these statements and less indulgence."
'Who is it, retorted the old man desperately, 'that, notwithstanding all my caution, told you? Come. Let me know the name the person. The crafty dwarf, bethinking himself that his giving up the child would lead to the disclosure of the artifice he had employed, which, as nothing was to be gained by it, it was well to conceal, stopped short in his answer and said, 'Now, who do you think?
"Of all mean traits, I count that of being late the very meanest a nice girl can have." "Oh, so then she is nice?" inquired Dorothy with a smile. "Well, she can be sometimes. But she was not to-day eh, Nat?" "For the land sake, say your prayers, or do do something!" exclaimed his irritated brother. "I might," retorted Ned, "but, being good is such a lonesome job, as some poet has remarked.
Eugene had scarcely finished reading Bianchon's scrawl, when he looked up and saw the little circular gold locket that contained the hair of Goriot's two daughters in Mme. Vauquer's hands. "How dared you take it?" he asked. "Good Lord! is that to be buried along with him?" retorted Sylvie. "It is gold." "Of course it shall!"
"Yes, and think of what it will mean if you don't!" retorted Pendleton. "But how can I without a direct request from her aunt? which I'll never get!" "She must be made to ask you!" "How?" "I don't know." "No, I guess you don't nor anybody else. She's too proud and too angry to ask me after what she said years ago it would mean if she did ask me.
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