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Ten minutes later the carriage drew up, and M. Charnot shook hands with me before the door of his hotel. "Many thanks, my dear young sir, for this delightful drive home! I hope we shall meet again. We are off to Florence to-morrow; is there anything I can do for you there?" "No, thank you." Mademoiselle Charnot gave me a slight bow.
"Well, I wish you luck. Sorry you can't tell me all about it." "You probably will know soon enough," replied Hal. "Good. Don't want any company, do you?" "No, I guess not." "You want to be careful crossing the Balkans. I understand there are some British and French aircraft with the Serbians and Montenegrins. Look out for them." "I'll be on guard," replied Hal. "Thanks for the information."
In conclusion, they begged his majesty would not take ill the plain simplicity of their language, since persons of their character set more value on acting well than on speaking finely." To the same purport was a separate letter from Count Egmont, in which he returned thanks for the royal autograph.
How's little Miss Virginia, sister to Poor Jack?" "She's quite well, and wants to come and see you, only mother won't let her." "Many thanks to your sister for her compliment; and not forgetting your mother for hers, also. So your mother has given up `making tay on reasonable terms'?" "'Cause people wouldn't come."
Thanks unto Thee, our God, we are Thine: Thy suggestions and consolations tell us, Faithful in promises, Thou now requitest Verecundus for his country-house of Cassiacum, where from the fever of the world we reposed in Thee, with the eternal freshness of Thy Paradise: for that Thou hast forgiven him his sins upon earth, in that rich mountain, that mountain which yieldeth milk, Thine own mountain.
He pulled back the door which had been closed behind them and re- entered the boat. When he returned the boat had arrived at the pier. "You are going to Oakland?" It was a chance question. "No, to Berkeley. I take a train here, I understand. Do all the trains go to Berkeley?" "By no means. I am going to Berkeley myself. We can ride together. My name is Jerome. Albert Jerome." "Thanks.
"It is this which makes it a pleasure to deal with an Englishman, monsieur: one may safely trust his word of honour." "Indeed...." "Permit me: here is the document. Use that magnifying glass I see by your elbow, monsieur; take your time, satisfy yourself." "Thanks; I mean to."
"Your supper is ready now; if you are famished, as you said, you'd better have it, and discuss Miss Poniatovsky afterwards," he remarked. Stephen turned to the table. "Won't you have something too?" he said. Talbot shook his head. "No, thanks; I'm not hungry." "You ascetic creature, you never are," replied Stephen, as he began to carve into the cold bacon.
Had I not promised to go to-day, I might have been taken away yesterday or the day before." "Oh, John," said she, "I think that everything has been put up to make you comfortable." "Thanks; yes, I'm sure of it. When you hear my name mentioned after I am gone, I hope that they'll say of me that I did my duty as President of the republic." "Of course they will.
The astonished girl at once went to express her thanks for so much kindness; but Wolf had left Ratisbon a short time before, and when Barbara entered the house she found old Ursula at the window with her tear-stained face resting on her clasped hands.
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