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Updated: May 27, 2025
You know the place, don't you?" She meant Stuyvesant Park, which the sunny Second Avenue cuts in two, and she explained that our meeting was to take place on the west side of the thoroughfare "Will you come?" she asked, nervously "I will, I will. But what's up? Why do you look so serious? Dora! Dora mine!" "'S-sh! You had better go. When we meet I'll explain everything. At 4 o'clock, then.
Let Lucy find out some day that her mother was a bad woman? I should take poison first." "A bad woman!" I protested. "A better woman could not be found anywhere in the world. You are a saint, Dora." "No, I am not. I am a bad, wicked, nasty woman. I hate myself." "'S-sh! You mustn't speak like that," I said, stopping my ears. " I cannot bear it." "Yes, that's what I am, a nasty creature.
They're bound to get me." "I wish there were time to hear your side." "But, Frona, I am innocent. "S-sh!" She laid her hand on his arm to hush him, and turned her attention to the witness. "So the noospaper feller, he fight like anything; but Pierre and me, we pull him into the shack. He cry and stand in one place " "Who cried?" interrupted the prosecuting lawyer. "Him. That feller there."
"You seem to be in a hurry," Noisy Jake bawled. "Where are you going?" "S-sh!" said Jasper. "I'm going to the farmyard to have some fun scaring the hens. But I don't want everybody to know it. Do you want to come along?" Noisy Jake promptly said he did. So the two rascals hurried across the pasture and over the meadow toward the farm buildings.
Sometimes I get hungry to see him." "Why don't you go and fight by his side?" Jacket demanded. "God forbid!" Morin flung up his hands. "I'm a loyal subject." "Well, we are going back to fight. We are going to escape and join Gomez once more!" Jacket made the announcement calmly. "'S-SH! What talk!" Morin was in a nervous panic lest they be overheard. "As if anybody could escape from Matanzas!
As he was nervous and had been silent so long that his vocal cords had gone off duty under the impression that their day's work was over, the word came out of him like a husky gunshot. Mamie started, and the White Hope, who had been sleeping peacefully, stirred and muttered. "S-sh!" hissed Mamie.
He remained perfectly cool throughout. So did I. I was almost cold. So did both iv us. But, mind not a wurrud iv this in th' pa-apers. I don't know how th' rayporthers got hold iv it. But they're a pryin' lot." "How did th' mast come to fall?" asked Mr. Hennessy, eagerly. "D'ye suppose Sir Lipton is wan iv us?" "S-sh," said Mr. Dooley, adding, softly, "he was bor-rn in Limerick."
Shrig, and away he went beside the River, holding a tortuous course among the piles of rotting lumber, dexterously avoiding dim-seen obstacles, yet running with a swiftness wonderful to behold. All at once he stopped and glanced about him. "What now?" inquired Barnabas. "S-sh! d'ye 'ear anything, sir?"
He looked down at Pringle's face, at Pringle's working fingers, opening and shutting avariciously; he sneered. "Don't you wish you may get it? S-sh! Hear what the old man's saying." During the whispered colloquy the old ranger had kept on: "There's where he is, a twenty-to-one shot! He'll lay quiet, likely, thinkin' we'll miss him.
Her face was blanched indeed, but she tilted it up now, smiling; she stole towards the door, but Kate caught the child and gathered her close with strangling force. Joan made no attempt to escape. "S-sh!" she cautioned, and raised a plump little forefinger. "Munner, don't you hear? Don't you like it?"
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