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He flopped down, hooking his heels in the chair-rung. At sixteen's stage of cruel hazing into man's estate Edwin Ross, whose voice, all in a breath, could slip up from the quality of rock in the drilling to the more brittle octave of early-morning milk-bottles, wore a nine shoe and a thirteen collar. His first long trousers were let down and taken in. His second taken up and let out.
But on reflection he saw there could be no danger. "All up with him, poor diavolo! Can't understand it such a little sixpenny miss pretty enough boiled parsnip blonde, if one likes that sort of thing pleases some of the old boys, apparently. Look out, Mr. L. remember Susanna and the Elders. Good! "Safe enough if something new doesn't turn up. Youngish. Sixteen's a little early. Seventeen will do.
But on reflection he saw there could be no danger. "All up with him, poor diavolo! Can't understand it such a little sixpenny miss pretty enough boiled parsnip blonde, if one likes that sort of thing pleases some of the old boys, apparently. Look out, Mr. L. remember Susanna and the Elders. Good! "Safe enough if something new doesn't turn up. Youngish. Sixteen's a little early. Seventeen will do.
"I'm getting old and reverend," said Wally severely, "and it's up to you to treat me with respect, young Norah. Sixteen's an awful age to support with any cheerfulness." His brown face at the moment gave the impression of never having been serious during the sixteen years he lamented. "As for this ancient mariner" indicating Jim "you can see the signs of senile decay quite plainly!"
Here's a girl, a beautiful, high-spirited girl of sixteen, straight out from college, at the beginning of life, with her, head full of 'whys, and 'wherefores. Sixteen's well-nigh grown up these days, mind you. Her mother's dead, and curiously the fact didn't seem to break her up as you'd have expected it to. Why?" The man shrugged. "It's not because she lacks feeling. Oh, no.
Sixteen's on-widdy, and it knocks a hole in a long summer's day. Four's a flash in the pan; but eight's a pretty little number. He added genially: 'We'm all very much obliged to you, young man. 'Oh, said Paul, 'I like to be neighbourly. The muscles of his face were stiffening, and his inclination to laugh cost him a twinge.
They were going into the messroom together towards dinner time. Mrs. Rankin and Alice Bartrum were there alone, seated at their tables, ready. Mrs. Rankin called out in her stressed, vibrating voice across the room: "Mr. Conway, you people ought to come in with us." "Why?" "Because there are only four of you and we're twelve. Sixteen's the proper number for a unit.
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