"Why can’t they drain ’em?" she had asked Lucinda, who was particularly nutcracker-like in appearance since her quarantine episode. "’Pears like they’re lower’n everywhere else," Lucinda answered, her words sounding as if she had sharpened them on a grindstone. Aunt Mary bit her lip and frowned at the rain. She felt mad all the way through, and longed to take it out on someone.

I gave them ever so many things that I could have used longer myself, and they used to set pieces of muslin in behind the open-work places and wear them." She sighed. "It’s quite as bad as being a Girton girl," she said. "Do you know what a Girton girl is?" "No, I don’t." "It’s a girl from Girton College. It’s the most awful freak you ever saw. They’re really quite beyond everything.

“I didn’t say that,” Jack replied, evasively. “But the construction of a submarine torpedo boat is a secret. It is a general rule with our owners that strangers shan’t be allowed on board, unless they’re very especially vouched for. Now, I hate to appear disobliging; yet, if you’ve ever been employed by anyone else, you will appreciate the need of obeying an owner’s orders.”

You don’t mean to tell me you’ve got the gall for that? And if you had, it would be a queer thing to propose to me. I would just like to point out to you, Wiltshire, that I’m a trader myself.” “I don’t think I would talk of gall if I was you,” said I. “Here’s about what it comes to, as well as I can make out: None of the people are to trade with me, and they’re all to trade with you.

In my desperation, I pushed past them, and was about to enter the churchyard gate, when a group of ragged urchins, that had been hanging like bees to the window, suddenly dropped off and made a rush for the porch, vociferating in the uncouth dialect of their country something which signified, ‘It’s overthey’re coming out!’ If Eliza Millward had seen me then she might indeed have been delighted.

‘She says she’ll settle her missis’s life,’ replied Mrs. Tibbs. ‘The wretch! they’re plotting murder.’ ‘I know you want money,’ continued the voice, which belonged to Agnes; ‘and if you’d secure me the five hundred pound, I warrant she should take fire soon enough.’ ‘What’s that?’ inquired Evenson again. He could just hear enough to want to hear more.

And what do they talk about in that momentary halt in the tavern? Of the eternal questions, of the existence of God and immortality. And those who do not believe in God talk of socialism or anarchism, of the transformation of all humanity on a new pattern, so that it all comes to the same, they’re the same questions turned inside out.

Now they’re coming out of the other boat, but I can’t see very well." The other scout picked up the report, his Swedish accent thick with excitement. "I can see them, sor! By Cosmos! There be seven in this boat on my side. I am behind a rock forty yards to sunward of the second crater." Rip turned up the volume of his communicator. "How are they armed? Santos, report."

‘Ah!’ replied the man, in the tone of a person who is compelled to admit a very unpleasant fact, to which he would rather remain blind, if he could. ‘You must get better somehow, for we must have money. You must go to the parish doctor, and make him give you some medicine. They’re paid for it, damn ’em. What are you standing before the door for? Let me come in, can’t you?’

Just then they heard both the old animal gentlemen squealing inside the house, for the alligator was squeezing them. “They’re alive! They’re still alive!” cried Bawly. “We must save them!” “How?” asked Bully. “Let’s build a fire under the alligator’s tail,” suggested Bawly. “He can’t see us, for his head is inside the room.”