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What what was it?" "Nothin'. You better sit down." "You ask' me what I thought about Lamhorn. You did ask me that. Well, I won't tell you. I won't say dam' word 'bout him!" The telephone-bell tinkled. Sheridan placed the receiver to his ear and said, "Right down." Then he got Roscoe's coat and hat from a closet and brought them to his son. "Get into this coat," he said. "You're goin' home."
Presently he glanced up at me, still scowling. "It's no use, Walter," he said; "I can't make it out without the key at least, it will take so long to discover the key that it may be useless." Just then the telephone-bell rang and he sprang to it eagerly. As I listened I gathered that it was another hurried call from Grady. "Something has happened to Mrs.
In the midst of his puzzling, the telephone-bell rang. He crossed the room and put the receiver to his ear. "Yes?" he questioned. The clerk's voice answered. "Senhor Poritol to see Mr. Orme." "Who?" "S-e-n-h-o-r P-o-r-i-t-o-l," spelled the clerk. "I don't know him," said Orme. "There must be some mistake. Are you sure that he asked for me?" There was a pause.
"Won't you take a seat, Miss . . ." "Mariner," prompted Jill. "Thank you." "Miss Mariner. May I introduce Mr Roland Trevis?" The man at the piano bowed. His black hair heaved upon his skull like seaweed in a ground swell. "My name is Pilkington. Otis Pilkington." The uncomfortable silence which always follows introductions was broken by the sound of the telephone-bell on the desk.
"Yes," I growled, "and there's nothing I'd enjoy more than handing it to them!" And then the telephone-bell rang. The assistant secretary answered, and as I watched him, I saw his jaw drop and his face go white. "My God!" he exclaimed as he hung up the receiver as one in a trance. "It can't be!" "What?" I asked. "Mr. Tyler is dead," he answered in a dull voice.
The next morning Hugo's dreams seemed to be concerned chiefly with a telephone, and the telephone-bell of his dreams made the dreams so noisy that even while asleep he knew that his rest was being outrageously disturbed. He tried to change the subject of his fantastic visions, but he could not, and the telephone-bell rang nearly all the time.
And yet, though she's so fond of you, she doesn't hesitate about wrecking your property by quitting the show when she sees a chance of doing herself a bit of good. It's funny, isn't it?" The telephone-bell, tinkling sharply, rescued Sally from the necessity of a reply. She forced herself across the room to answer it. "Hullo?" Ginger's voice spoke jubilantly. "Hullo. Are you there?
If I had anybody to talk to I should have talked in a whisper; in fact, when the telephone-bell rang I answered in such a sad, hushed voice that the fellow at the other end of the wire said "Halloa!" five times, thinking he hadn't got me. It was Rocky. The poor old scout was deeply agitated. "Bertie! Is that you, Bertie! Oh, gosh? I'm having a time!" "Where are you speaking from?"
The telephone-bell rang, and Dosia answered it, the voice at the other end inquiring for Mr. Girard, cautiously, it seemed, withholding information from any other. The doctor rang up, in response to an earlier call, with directions for Redge. Hardly had the receiver been laid down when the door-bell clanged. This was to be a night of the ringing of bells!
He did not look aggressive, but he seemed nervous, for he jumped perceptibly when the telephone-bell rang; and being a government telephone, with no commercial aims, it did not ring loud. "Yes," he said, with the receiver at his ear. "Yes, yes. Who else? Oh, I forgot for the moment. Four, three, two, nine, two. Give yours! Very well, I'm listening."
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