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“I am not dreaming, worthy sir,” returned Sicinnus, tartly; “the Magian may have lied, but I sought the Prince in every city I visited; they always told me, ‘He is in another.’ He was not at the king’s court. He may have gone to Egypt, to India, or to Arabia;—he may likewise have gone to Greece.”
I have no interest in the matter one way or the other, more than that of any other good Republican. I don't see exactly what I can do for you. What did you think I could do?" "I don't believe you can do anything for me, Mr. Mollenhauer," replied Cowperwood, a little tartly, "unless you are willing to deal quite frankly with me. I am not a beginner in politics in Philadelphia.
Loram's by stating that her name was Augustina Gwendoline Dobbs, and that she was housemaid to Mr. George Hurst, of "The Poplars," Eltham. "Mr. Hurst lives alone, I believe?" said Mr. Loram. "I don't know what you mean by that," Miss Dobbs began; but the barrister explained: "I mean that I believe he is unmarried?" "Well, and what about it?" the witness demanded tartly.
"Then you go an’ get a lamp and turn it up too high an’ leave it," she said,—"the smell’ll make me think of automobiles." Lucinda was appalled. As a practical housekeeper she felt that here was a proposition which she could not face. "Well, ain’t you goin’?" Aunt Mary asked tartly.
"If you think that your presence is so necessary, we will convince you to the contrary by going without you," replied Mr. Brown, rather tartly. "There you go," exclaimed the fellow, with perfect composure; "when I intend to do all that I can to save you coveys from being shot and then hung, you get as mad as foaming beer, and don't want to listen to reason.
"I don't know," responded Miss Jerusha, tartly, still holding the door much as if Polly were a robber; "it's a little girl, and I can't make out what she wants." "Why, it's Polly Pepper!" exclaimed Mrs. Henderson, pleasantly. "Come in, child."
"I say," said Stephen, as they went along, "I suppose you didn't say anything about Loman, did you?" "Of course not! he's no concern of mine," said Oliver, rather tartly. "But look here, young 'un, I'm not going to let you fag any more for him, or have anything to do with him." "All right!" said Stephen, who had no desire to continue his acquaintance with his late "proprietor."
The Attorney-General looked puzzled, as well he might; for there are some things which are beyond the learning of even an Attorney-General. "Well," he said, "were you matrimonially inclined towards Mr. Meeson?" "Surely, Mr. Attorney-General," said the Judge, "the one thing does not necessarily include the other?" "I bow to your Lordship's experience," said Mr. Attorney, tartly.
"Keep yourself to yourself, sir!" said she, very tartly, for chambermaids never like to be kissed by a middle-aged gentleman when a younger one is by: whereupon the German replied by a pinch, it is immaterial to state the exact spot to which that delicate caress was directed.
The old trainer was face to face with one of the only two men in the world to whom he felt unkindly. "Ain't once enough, then?" he asked tartly. The jockey walked on his way. "Ah, you're an old man, Mr. Woodburn," he called back. "You take advantage." "I may be old, but I am white," called the old man after him, his blue eye lighting.
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