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Here, however, Laura rose and declared that, under these circumstances, some explanation was due to Monsieur Boehmer, the music-master, to-day's lesson being in fact a rehearsal for the annual concert. Dr Pughson raised his red-rimmed eyes from his desk and looked very fierce. "Tch, tch, tch!" he snapped, in the genial Irish fashion that made him dreaded and adored. "How like a woman that is!
Boxer, putting his hand over his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee tch "I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?" said the glaring Mrs. Gimpson. "Well, who did the dog bite after all?" inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering. "You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.
"Exactly." "I begged them to walk a-tiptoe, sir." "What?" ejaculated the Prophet. "I informed them there was illness in the house, sir." "And did they er ?" "The male person got on his toes at once, sir, but the female person shrieks out, 'Is it catching? Ho! Think of of Capericornopus, sir, or something to that effect." "Tch! Tch!"
She drew the Aberdeen lean-to, which ran easily on Edinburgh castors, a little nearer to him, and continued. "At least I felt obliged to seek an outlet. I could not stifle my real self for ever, and yet I could not be comfortably silly with those who were absolutely convinced of my permanent good sense. I tried to be several times. "Didn't you succeed?" "Not once." "Tch! Tch!"
But I have found out what you mean about Bice. It is more soft than you say it. There is no sound of tch in it at all. Beeshè, like that. Your Italian is very good," she added, "but it is Tuscan, and the bocca romana is the best." Mr. Derwentwater was more put out than it became a philosopher to be.
Still I don't blame him as much as I do you, for he would never have looked at you if you hadn't made him. My own daughter! My own house! Tch! Tch! Tch!" There was more conversation that fulgurous, coruscating reiteration of charges. Eugene was no good. Carlotta was vile. Mrs. Hibberdell wouldn't have believed it possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
But this involves Earth Medical Lobby. I demand " "Tch, tch!" The judge stared at her reprovingly. "Young woman, you don't demand anything. This is Mars. If Space Lobby can stand me, I guess our friends over at Medical will have to. Or should I hold trial right now and find Feldman innocent for lack of evidence?" "You wouldn't!" Chris cried. Then her face sobered suddenly. "I apologize.
"What do you think of that?" asked Hull of Stackpole, putting his hand over the receiver's mouth, his right eyelid drooping heavier than ever. "Two thousand more to take up! Where d'you suppose they are coming from? Tch!" "Well, the bottom's out, that's all," replied Stackpole, heavily and gutturally. "We can't do what we can't do. I say this, though: support it at two-twenty until three o'clock.
The whirlwind of the prelude commenced anew; the chords became still vaster; the player swayed from side to side, like a stripling-tree in a storm. Madeleine said, "Tch!" in disgust, but the rest of the company, who had only waited for this, burst into peals of laughter; some bent double in their seats, some leant back with their chins in the air. Even Dove smiled.
And Tharon, busy about the kitchen in her starched print dress, dropped everything at once to run with Paula to the western door of the living room that they might look south. "Muchachas both," complained old Anita, "the milk is spilled and the pan dulce burns in the oven! Tch, tch!" But the young creatures in the west door cared naught for her grumbling.
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