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She's lively and good company, and knows some of the people Mrs. Harley knows." "That's a good idea. I want Harley to know that we appreciate his suggestions, and are ready to do our part. He has shown a disposition to consult me on a good many things that ought to lie in Hobart's sphere rather than mine. Something's going to drop.
Afraid something's wrong with my friend. He's always up early and on hand for breakfast. He hasn't showed up this mo'ning. The bell hop can't waken him. I tell you something's wrong." "Oh, I reckon he'll turn up all right." The clerk turned to the key rack. "Here's the key to Room 317. Mr. Gordon must have left it here. Likely he's gone for a walk." Davis shook his head obstinately.
"I don't know if she suspects something's wrong or not, but ever since that evening she was called to Philadelphia she avoids me like the pest. I can see in her face that she's puzzled. 'It's my husband, and yet not my husband' that's what she's thinking all the time. I can guess her thoughts by the expression on her face." Keralio shrugged his shoulders. "That's your own fault.
"I can't, something's the matter with it," rejoined Harry, as the Bolo rose on the crest of another big wave and they saw the steamer driving toward them right in their path. "Tiller rope's broken," pronounced Frank after a brief examination. "No time to fix it up now," announced Ben, "cut out the engine. We must trust to the wind to drift us off the steamer's course."
The first case produced a complete chemical cutting unit, with an assortment of cutting tips and adapters. Rip looked around for the gas cylinders and saw none. "Something's wrong," he objected. "Where's the fuel supply for the torch?" The supply clerk inspected the lists, shuffled papers, and found the answer. "The following," he read, "are to be supplied from the Scorpius complement.
"Something's going wrong every minute of the day and night something's coming up all the time that ought to be different. But we ain't got nothing to do with running the world just running our own two lives is enough for us." Hours or moments later she could not have told which she raised her head suddenly. What was it that she had heard? There was a cough, a footfall in the yard.
Horton had her knitting, and she and Grandma sat and worked and talked quietly while Grandpa and Sunny Boy went off together to try to find a sassafras bush. Just as they had found one and Grandpa had taken out his knife to cut a twig for Sunny to taste, Bruce ran into him and nearly knocked him down. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Something's the matter with Bruce! Is he sick?"
But presently they were altogether roused, the gun was put away, and both were on their feet; for after the pigeon arrived there was a stir at the Post, and Hilton could be seen running from the store to his house, not far away. "Something's wrong there," said Pierre. "D'ye think 'twas the duck brought it?" asked Macavoy. Without a word Pierre started away towards the Post, Macavoy following.
"My lord," said Saunders the next day, appearing before his lordship after an agitated hour of preparation, "it's come to a point where something's got to be done." He got that far and then turned quite purple; his collar seemed to be choking him. "Quite right, Saunders," said Deppingham, replacing his eyeglass nervously, "but who's going to do it and what is there to be done?"
One of them, the one whose voice we had heard, got out to speak to my grandfather. 'Something's wrong, said my grandfather, before he could begin; 'something's wrong with that poor lad. 'Yes, said the man, 'we've got him here; and he pointed to the boat. A cold shudder passed over me as he said this, and I caught sight of something lying at the men's feet at the bottom of the boat.
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