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"I've heard naethin' o't," the little man answered dryly. At which some one in the crowd sniggered. "And we all know what a grand dog he is; though" with a reproving smile as she glanced at Red Wull's square, truncated stern "he's not very polite." "His heart is good, your Leddyship, if his manners are not," M'Adam answered, smiling. "Liar!" came a loud voice in the silence.
"Don't get in a passion, Dickie," said Chawner; "it's Sunday. You'll have to let me go up instead of you when I've frightened them a little more." "Who do you mean by them, sir?" said Paul, growing puzzled. "As if you didn't know! Oh, you're too clever for me, Dickie, I can see," sniggered Chawner. "I tell you I don't know!" said Mr. Bultitude.
"Oh, oh, that's the Duke!" sniggered a voice in the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, I name no names!" cried the quack impressively. "No need to," retorted the voice. "They do say, though, she gave him something to drink," said a young woman to a youth in a clerk's dress. "The saying is she studied medicine with the Turks." "The Moors, you mean," said the clerk with an air of superiority.
Ashton Portway swiftly. 'I must introduce you to Miss Marchrose, the author of that charming hand-book to Pictures in London. Miss Marchrose, she called out, urging Henry towards a corner of the room, 'this is Mr. Knight. She sniggered on the name. 'He's just dropped into the National Gallery. Then Mrs.
Having taken my leave, I walked down the stairs with reflective slowness and as much creaking of my boots as I could manage; with the result, hopefully anticipated, that as I approached the door of Miss Oman's room it opened and the lady's head protruded. "I'd change my cobbler if I were you," she said. I thought of the "angelic human hedgehog," and nearly sniggered in her face.
"Oh, I I took it all in I let him p-put the noose around his own neck and tie the knot. Then I hung him." His convulsive giggling was terrible, forecasting, as it did, his immediate breakdown. "Stephen!" she exclaimed, in a shocked tone, convinced that his mind was going. "You are ill, you need a doctor. I will call Joceel." She laid her hand on his arm. But he sniggered: "N-no! No! I'm all right.
'Well, Dr Glossop, I wouldn't touch 'im myself, and I wouldn't 'ave 'im touched by no one else, because, as I've said afore, I know 'ow particular them pleesmen is. 'Then in that case, if he does die you'll have had a hand in murdering him, that's all' The lady sniggered. 'Of course Dr Glossop, we all knows that you'll always 'ave your joke.
Albert-next-door only sniggered and said, 'What silly nonsense! He cannot play properly at all. It is very strange, because he has a very nice uncle. You see, Albert-next-door doesn't care for reading, and he has not read nearly so many books as we have, so he is very foolish and ignorant, but it cannot be helped, and you just have to put up with it when you want him to do anything.
What did he scrap?" She felt that Uncle Mo did it honourably, whatever it was. "He was one of the crack heavyweights, in my time." "I know what that means. I should recommend you not to show yourself at his house, unless...." The man sniggered again. "Don't you lie awake about me," said he.
It will take some time." "If the witness so desires," said the Master. "What is that document for?" whispered Adrian in a hoarse voice. "To persuade your treacherous rival, Foy van Goorl, that it will be desirable in the interests of his health that he should retire from Leyden for a while," sneered his late mentor, while the Butcher and Black Meg sniggered audibly.
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