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She had found her pocket-handkerchief and was dabbing her eyes and mouth with it, rubbing off the uncleanness of his impact. "How ridic Te-hee Te-hee te-hee!" She shook with laughter. Barbara pretended not to see them. To have gone back at once, closing the door on them, would have been to admit that she had seen them.

He's not our kind of man," he concluded, mournfully; "not at all our kind of man!" "I hope," Corliss suggested, "he's going to be my kind of man in the development of these oil-fields." "How ridic" Mr. Vilas triumphed over the word after a slight struggle "ulous! I shall review that: ridiculous of you to pretend to be interested in oil-fields. You are not that sort of person whatever.

He still retained a nice eye for the distinctions of class. "But this is young gentleman's a young gentleman," he urged, doubtfully, yet with hope shining in his eye. "He wouldn't do it." "Of course, he would. Don't be ridic, old thing." "Wouldn't do what?" asked the boy. "Why save the old homestead by taking on the champion. Dashed sad case, between ourselves!

"An' so was you, honey, when I 'ranged them things on the mantel. Lemme go an' git the other set an' compare 'em. That one I picked out is mighty purty." "I'll tell you befo' you fetch 'em thet they're exactly alike" she began to cry again "even to the p-p-polar bear. I saw that at a glance, an' it makes it s-s-so much more ridic' " "Hush, honey. I'm reely ashamed of you I reely am.

"By Jove," he cried, "that's a relief!" Then he broke into a happy laugh. "I shall go to the Ritz," she said, after her effects had been examined and were ready for release. "I thought so," he announced calmly. "I wired for rooms before I left London." "Really, this is ridic " "Don't frown like that, Hetty," he pleaded.

"That proves fluent speech possible." "But to any one else, if I venture to open my heart, I hesitate, I get troubled, I I stammer, I make myself ridic ic iculous!" "Not at all." "But I do," reiterated Gaston, warmly. "Fancy a man saying to a woman he adores, yet in whose presence he trembles like a school-boy, or a culprit, 'I I I lo ov ov ove you!"