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"If you ever came to see me now, you would know who my friends are, Mr. Tarbox." "Would you be my friend again, if I came, Miss Belle?" "Again? I have always been so, always, Bill." "Well, then, something more than my friend, now that I am trying to be worthy of more, Belle?" "What more can I be?" she said, softly. "My wife." She curved to the right. He followed. To the left.
Tarbox," said our hero, "and I have not been accustomed to luxurious living." This answer pleased Mr. and Mrs. Tarbox. Even if Frank should become a boarder on liberal terms, they didn't wish to spend too much on their table. "We couldn't get sirloin steak," said Mr. Tarbox; "but I hope you will find this good." "No doubt I shall," said Frank, politely.
Gilbert, incited by love for his brother, dashed on at the top of his speed, followed by Fenton, Oliver Dane, and Ben Tarbox; even the Indian could scarcely keep up with them. The sound of shots continued to reach their ears; it encouraged them, showing that their friends were still holding out.
Aunt Mehitable Tarbox was walking up to Milliken's Mills, with her little black reticule hanging over her arm, and noticing that there was no smoke coming out of the chimney, and that the hens were gathered about the kitchen door clamoring for their breakfast, she thought it best to stop and knock. No response followed the repeated blows from her hard knuckles. She then tapped smartly on Mrs.
"Yes; I want your advice. It's only business, but it's important, and it's a point where a woman's instinct is better than a man's judgment." There was some melancholy satire in her responding smile; but it passed away, and Mr. Tarbox went on: "You never liked my line of business" Zoséphine interrupted with kind resentment: "Ah!" "No; I know you didn't.
Horace tiptoed over to the bureau and opening the top drawer found a heap of closely scrawled, lead-smeared pages. He looked at the first sheet: SANDRA PEPYS, SYNCOPATED BY MARCIA TARBOX He smiled. So Samuel Pepys had made an impression on her after all. He turned a page and began to read. His smile deepened he read on.
"She's not yondah!" snarled Claude, with the frown and growl of a mastiff. "She's gone to de city." Mr. Tarbox gazed a moment in blank amazement. Then he slowly lifted his hat from his head, expanded his eyes, drew a long slow groan, turned slowly half around, let the inhalation go in a long keen whistle, and cried: "Oh! taste! taste! Who's got the taste? What do you take me for?
They were about to turn back, when Ben Tarbox, who was a little way off on the extreme right of the line, shouted that he saw a deer feeding at some distance ahead, and, holding his gun ready to fire, he ran on in the direction he pointed. Presently the report of his gun was heard, and the rest of the party hurrying up, saw the deer, which, strange to say, had not moved.
Tanda and Dick Tarbox agreed to go first, and Potto Jumbo and Roger Trew were to take the second part of the night. "I think, however, you need not trouble yourselves, my friends," said Mr Sedgwick, "for they will scarcely attempt to approach this coast in the dark.
Tarbox, rubbing his hands with satisfaction. "Just of an age and of congenial tastes." Frank hardly expected to find Pliny very congenial, but he wished to obtain some information, which he thought the latter could give him, and he also wanted to see something of Newark. "I say, your name is Frank, isn't it?" commenced Pliny: "Yes." "The old man's awful glad to see you." "I am glad of it.
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