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Updated: May 16, 2025
About four o'clock Maurice could not stand it any longer, and getting up, he pulled on his sweater and sat down to make the stove red hot, after which it became fairly comfortable in the cabin and Thad slept on. Luckily the storm was of short duration, and with the morning the wind seemed to have gone down considerably, with promise of a further mitigation of the cold during the day.
The boys had managed, through the friendly offices of Demy Miller, the studious janitor, to enter the dormitory unseen by the proctor or any of his scouts. "Yes, I'm here," said Tom with a smile, as he limped to an easy chair. "Ray, have a seat. Boys, allow me to introduce my cousin, Ray Blake." "Your your cousin!" gasped Jack. "Yes. He's the one who had my sweater," went on Tom.
Besides, even if he got a quid, by the time you divided that up amongst a dozen or even amongst two or three it would not be worth having. At about eleven o'clock Mr Sweater arrived and began to walk over the house, followed by Crass, who carried a pot of paint and a small brush and made believe to be 'touching up' and finishing off parts of the work.
Though not exactly pretty, she was striking-looking, with brown eyes and hair and a complexion of rosy tan. She wore a white dress and a red sweater and white stockings with red shoes, and she put her hand through Dolly's arm with a decided air of possession. "I like you already," she said, "and I'm sure we're going to be chums. Are you rich?"
Could anyone else have worn your sweater?" and he looked at Tom. Once more there was a silence. Tom seemed strangely affected. He took a long breath, and then stammered: "I I do not care to state, Doctor Meredith." "You mean that someone else had your sweater?" "I prefer not to answer." "You realize what that means?" "Yes, I suppose so.
"Miss Lucy and I have got it all planned. I shall wear my best white dress, if it is as warm as it is today, and take my white sweater with me, so I'll have it if it comes off cold. And I'm going to wear my beautiful locket and chain that Mrs. Leonard gave me, and my newest blue hair ribbon, and my best ties, and my best hat." "Dear me," mused Dr.
Don't you believe Sam guilty?" asked Bert. "No, I can't say that I do." "But he is!" asserted Jack. "It was his sweater the farmer saw instead of yours. You're both about the same height and build. Of course Sam did it, Tom." "No, I can't agree with you. I'll admit I did wear my sweater when I left here the night the horses were poisoned, and I came back without it, but "
She had thought that Kirk was waiting at the gate for Ken, and so had been spared any anxiety on that score. She could hardly wait for Ken to take off his sweater and wash his hands. Supper was on the table, and it was to something which lay beside her elder brother's plate that her dancing eyes kept turning.
Pull down the works and build fresh, and buy some new machinery? And then most likely not make a do of it after all? Not for me, old chap! I've 'ad enough. You won't catch me chuckin' good money after bad in that way. 'Nor me neither, said Rushton. 'Dead orf! remarked Didlum, very decidedly. Sweater laughed quietly. 'I'm not such a fool as to suggest anything of that sort, he said.
He sat down, holding the sweater about his shoulders with his gloved hands, and thoughtfully rubbing the sole of his left boot in the powdered resin. The clapping suddenly redoubled, and a broad, bull-necked man of about forty vaulted lightly into the ring and took his place in the opposite corner.
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