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The salary connected with the place was but so-so; yet the place itself, as agreed to among the Englishry of Chicago, was in no degree unsuited to a young man of good family, fair education, small resources, and limited prospects, and a desire to make a decorous and self-respecting figure in society such society as Western conditions offered.
Once seated, habit asserted itself; and he attacked the boiled dinner with a ferocity which should have been exercised against Jethro. "I suppose the stores down to the capital is finer than ever, Mr. Bass," remarked Mrs. Northcutt. "So-so, Mis' Northcutt, so-so." "I was there ten years ago," remarked Mrs.
In little more than half an hour they would be due in Bellair, and what Clarence desired to say must be said quickly. Taking out his cigar-case, he offered the man a weed, which was accepted with alacrity, and while it was being lighted, Clarence said: "Are you especially busy now?" "N-o; only so-so." "Learned anything more in regard to my man?" "Davlin?" interrogatively. "Yes."
The lilac leaves had not finished twinkling and rustling when Val appeared. "How are you, invalid? I came home early on purpose to look after you." He was in well-worn grey riding clothes, booted and spurred, his whip in one hand and his gloves in the other: a slight, cool, well-knit figure of low tones and half-lights. "Have you had a quiet afternoon?" "So-so," said Isabel, crimson.
"Writing books, I suppose." "Or privately married." "Or growing too rich rich men are always unhappy beings." "Ha, Ferrers, how are you?" "So-so. What's the news?" replied Lumley. "Rattler pays forfeit." "O! but in politics?" "Hang politics are you turned politician?" "At my age, what else is there left to do?"
With a faint grin on his fleshy face, he said: "Hallo, Soames! Have a muffin?" "No, thanks," murmured Soames; and, nursing his hat, with the desire to say something suitable and sympathetic, added: "How's your mother?" "Thanks," said George; "so-so. Haven't seen you for ages. You never go racing. How's the City?"
"You could scream, and that would do just as well," replied So-so, with his tail still up. "No, it wouldn't," cried little Joan. "Yes, it would," reiterated So-so. Whilst they were bickering, an old woman came up to the door; she had a brown face, and black hair, and a very old red cloak. "Good evening, my little dear," said she. "Are you all at home this fine evening?"
I then observed, that if I followed his advice I should not see the north side of the island nor its principal town Amlwch, and received for answer that if I never did, the loss would not be great that as for Amlwch it was a poor poverty-stricken place the inn a shabby affair the master a very so-so individual, and the boots a fellow without either wit or literature.
"Er so-so," said Carshaw with a smile borne of memories, which Winifred's downcast eyes just noticed under their raised lids. "What is she like?" she went on. "Let me see! How shall I describe her? Well, you know Gainsborough's picture of the Duchess of Devonshire? She's like that, full-busted, with preposterous hats, dashing rather a beauty!" "Indeed!" said Winifred coldly.
"What's the good word, Doctor?" "So-so," replied the scientist. "The stuff is all they said it was, but we haven't enough of it to build much of a power-plant. We can't go ahead with it, anyway, as long as Seaton and Crane have nearly all their original solution." "No, we can't. We must find a way of getting it.
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