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I don't see why they should, and no more do you; and that's why I want you to go to Sawston, if only for one night." Ansell shook his head, and looked up at the dome as other men look at the sky. In it the great arc lamps sputtered and flared, for the month was again November. Then he lowered his eyes from the cold violet radiance to the books. "No, Widdrington; no.
A sturdy, red-faced Englishman, sitting next me, grinned cheerfully and observed: "Trickles down one's neck a bit, doesn't it, sir." I agreed that it did. Hephzy, huddled under the lee of my shoulder, sputtered. "Trickles!" she whispered. "My heavens and earth! If this is a trickle then Noah's flood couldn't have been more than a splash. Trickles!
There is now to be a deep and solemn consultation, as when two ambassadors are going over a heavy protocol from a third. It happened to me to see one of these myrmidons returning from a bootless errand of inspection to a reputed collection; he was hot and indignant "A collection," he sputtered forth "that a collection! mere rubbish, sir irredeemable trash.
"You you," Sanford sputtered, "you dare to suggest that my boy would disgrace himself! You you " "Sit down, Stephen, and calm yourself," Gorham laughed. "No one could think of a less heinous crime than I have suggested, judging by your own arraignment of the boy. How can I help you unless you tell me what has happened?" "I'm an old fool to let you string me so, but I'm all used up."
She went back to her work, and Mr. Wilkins sat thoughtfully stroking the curly heads beside him, while the boys ravaged his plate, with no reproof, but a half audible, "My little chaps, my little chaps!" She thought she had got him, and smiled to herself, even while a great tear sputtered on the griddle at those last words of his.
The steam hissed and sputtered, and the great walking beam kept flying up and down; and the sum total of Bobby's philosophy was, that it was funny these things should make the boat go so like a race horse over the water. Then he took a look into the pilot house, and it seemed more funny that turning that big wheel should steer the boat.
"Hi, Jem, have ye seen the General's man? His Honor's in a 'igh temper, I warrant ye." It was fortunate for Jem that he put his foot inside the blockhouse door. "Now, boys!" It was Williams's voice, and fourteen rifles sputtered out a ragged volley. There was an instant's silence, and then a score of voices raised in consternation, shouting, cursing, commanding.
"It it was took!" sputtered his brother between chattering teeth. Another moment of scared silence. Then the driver rallied his awed faculties. Stepping on the self-starter, he brought the runabout into motion, and headed down the road. "Where are you goin'?" queried the other. "No use a-keepin' on, this d'rection. It " "If it was took," answered the driver, truculently, "'twasn't took by no car.
An enemy who looks straight at you with tears in his eyes is not to be contended with. And Jamie stood there, blushing fiery red, with flashing eyes, and tears streaming down his cheeks. "James Bowdoin, you're a d d fool!" sputtered his irate sire. "You talk as your wife might talk. This is an affair of men. Jamie," he added very gently, "you are quite right. My boy's an ass."
Sergeant Fitzgerald puffed ineffectually. Brink reached out his finger and tapped the bowl of the detective's pipe. Instantly fragrant smoke filled the detective's mouth. He sputtered. "Now.... where were we?" asked Brink. "Who was that?" demanded Fitzgerald ferociously. "That was Big Jake Connors!" "You may be right." Brink told him. "He's never exactly given me his name.
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