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Not a note did he drop in the tune that he was whistling. Springing up the steps ahead, Dick vanished behind the big door. "Oh, of course he goes here to-night," thought Phin, with sudden disgust. "Prescott scribbles for 'The Blade' and the Board of Education is one of his stunts each week." One of the Fallen For a few moments Drayne hung about outside, irresolute.
Yet it was not until January, 1915, that I had sufficiently resigned myself to my fate in the war, to let my mind turn to my only and most treasured hobby. In this cottage at St. Yvon the craving came back to me. I didn't fight against it, and began by making a few pencil scribbles with a joke attached, and pinned them up in our cracked shell of a room.
And laying the book on the ground he began, as if inspired by what he had read, to write a note upon the importance of history upon democracy one of those scribbles upon which the work of a lifetime may be based; or again, it falls out of a book twenty years later, and one can't remember a word of it. It is a little painful. It had better be burnt.
"I wish Uncle George was at home, though, to write it for me he writes so beautifully; I can't do it well enough." "I am afraid I can't either," said Ellen. "Perhaps somebody else can." "I don't know who. Aunt Sophia scribbles and scratches, and besides, I don't want her to know anything about it.
Green and say that he is calling. "He won't see you," the girl says. "Will you tell him, please, that I am here, all the same? Wait a minute." He takes the card and scribbles on it, "I want only five minutes of your time," and hands it to the girl again. She carries it away and presently returns saying that Mr. Green is busy and cannot see him. "I knew he wouldn't," she adds.
Little Tom is lively.... Frank is fayne sometimes to play him asleep with a fiddle. When we send away our letters he scribbles a paper and will have it sent to his sister, and saith she doth not know how many fine things there are in Norwich.... He delights his grandfather when he comes home. He has appeared very fine this King's day with them. Tom presents his duty.
Try to decide between him who scribbles jokes on Egyptian obelisks, and him who has "bostoned" for twenty years with Du Bousquier, Monsieur de Valois, Mademoiselle Cormon, the judge of the court, the king's attorney, the Abbe de Sponde, Madame Granson, and tutti quanti.
Seven A.M. In the cars, at Jersey City. Much fuss with tickets, which one man scribbles over, another snips, and a third "makes note on." Partake of refreshment, in the gloom of a very large and dirty depot. Think that my sandwiches would be more relishing without so strong a flavor of napkin, and my gingerbread more easy of consumption if it had not been pulverized by being sat upon.
All of which indicated to the investigator that Thomas for the present had not a high opinion of himself. An ordinary young woman would have laughed herself into hysterics. Kitty tore off the scribbles, not the least sign of laughter in her eyes, and sought the window-seat in the living-room. There was one word which stood out strangely alien: haberdasher. Why that word?
I will pray, and wish, and hope, but you must do so too, then, and be so careful of yourself that I may have nothing to reproach you with when you come back. That vile wench lets you see all my scribbles, I believe; how do you know I took care your hair should not be spoiled? 'Tis more than e'er you did, I think, you are so negligent on't, and keep it so ill, 'tis pity you should have it.
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