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"Now what are you crying for?" demanded Katherine, coming upon Hinpoha all by herself in the woods. "Be-c-cause I'm s-so g-glad," said Hinpoha from the depths of a thankful heart. "You make me tired," said Katherine, and brushed a tear out of her own eye. Once the tide was turned the Captain mended fast.
"Please don't go, Your Eminence indeed, there is nothing the matter with me. I I have been a little upset these few days; it was half of it malingering, though the colonel will tell you so if you ask him." "I prefer to form my own conclusions," Montanelli answered quietly. "S-so does the colonel. And occasionally, do you know, they are rather witty.
He can't, he c-can't be s-so cruel and you are cruel to me you are, you are! She was at last driven to desperation: her natural common sense and shrewdness had seen all through the piece how imaginary her emotions were she felt herself to be weak and foolish in permitting them to rise; but even then she could not control them: be agonized she must.
I I knowed the day would come when you'd ask, but I wanted to be happy as long as I could. I hain't been happy, Cynthy. But you was right when you said I'd tell you the truth. S-so I will. I guess them things which you speak about are true the way I got where I am, and the way I made my livin'. They they hain't put just as they'd ought to be, perhaps, but that's the way I done it in the main."
"Hush! don't speak so loud!" "Well, I will, Chichester, s-so help me God, I will!" "Will what, Ronald?" "W-wait and see!" "You don't mean murder, Ronald?" "I didn't s-say so, d-did I?" "Of course not, my dear Barrymaine, but shall I take the pistols?" And Mr. Chichester stretched out his hand towards a flat, oblong box that Barrymaine carried clutched beneath his arm.
"S-so am I," said the Gadfly, yawning lazily; "and therefore we'll talk about something else unless you will sing." "Well, give me the guitar, then. What shall I sing?" "The ballad of the lost horse; it suits your voice so well."
And then, Beverley as we s-struggled somehow I g-got hold of of the dagger and struck at him b-blindly. And oh, my God, Beverley I shall never forget how he ch-choked! I can hear it now! But I didn't mean to do it. Oh, I s-swear I never meant it, Beverley s-so help me, God!" "But he is dead," said Barnabas, "and now " "Y-you won't give me up, Beverley?" cried Barrymaine, clinging to his knees.
"I have no such papers," replied Doctor Svetilovitch. "S-so! Now," said the Colonel very significantly, "tell us frankly where you keep the weapons concealed." "What weapons?" asked Doctor Svetilovitch in astonishment. The Colonel replied with an ironic smile: "Any sort that you may have about revolvers, bombs, or machine-guns."
She started so that the portrait fell from her hand, and the Gadfly, limping across the room, picked it up and handed it to her. "How you startled me!" she said. "I am s-so sorry. Perhaps I am disturbing you?" "No. I was only turning over some old things." She hesitated for a moment; then handed him back the miniature. "What do you think of that head?"
Then he seemed to recognize her and began to rave about his duty to England, and how England's enemies had given him poison. "I'm poisoned, ole girl. I knew what it would be. But when they sent for me I had to go." "Who sent for you?" "They sent a note by King. It came in by the English mail. Th-th-they have t-t-to b-be s-so c-c-careful," he said, and that was all he would tell her.
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