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Yet even Colonel Tod is forced to add: 'He finally succeeded in healing the wounds his ambition had inflicted, and received from millions that meed of praise which no other of his race ever obtained. I need not add that if to render happiness to millions is one of the first objects of kingship, and if to obtain that end union has to be cemented by conquest, the means sanction the end.
"The only one who fishes in one place all day, but he's got to have the boat and forgets himself and walks right off it the minute he gets a real bite. Huh!" Tod paid no attention to this insult.
Tod Yorke came leaping up in delight. "Oh, wasn't it good! The young one " "Hold your noise, Tod! They are saying he's dead." "Who's dead?" wondered Tod. "Charley Channing. A college boy was found in the river, drowned." "Oh, that be hanged!" exclaimed Tod, half in mocking disbelief, half in awful fear. "It can't be, you know. Who says it?" "There's seven!
"In short, No. 6, I would have led them, if possible, to make a comforting reality to themselves of the next world, as they had already got a comforting fancy out of the cellar-dream of the Tods. And that is the good, dear child, which I meant might have been got out of the Tod adventure."
And to this day Felix remembered with delight the little bubbling hiss that he himself had started, squelched at once, but rippling out again along the rows like tiny scattered lines of fire when a conflagration is suppressed. Expulsion had been the salvation of Tod! Or his damnation? Which? God would know, but Felix was not certain.
I see your point; but, you know, violence never did any good; it isn't isn't English." She did not answer. And, nonplussed thereby, he added lamely: "I should have liked to have seen Tod and your youngsters. Remember me to them. Clara sent her regards;" and, looking round the room in a rather lost way, he held out his hand.
The two men listened to his glowing praises in no little amusement, venturing a word now and then just to egg the boy on though he needed none. Jerry waited for a chance to break in forcibly. "I say, Tod." he interrupted a wild explanation of the theory of the differential, "I expect I'd better chase along back home. I can just catch the interurban if I cut loose now.
If you can boss dubs, and get anything out of them, why I know where you can get at least nine of them, and they're all to be trusted absolutely." "Tod could help a lot, and I suppose you are one of the dubs, but where are the rest?" "Phil Fulton and his Boy Scouts " "My nephew, you mean, from Chester? I suppose I could get him, but just what are these Boy Scouts?"
Neither she nor Cynthia paid attention to the man in the chair; he was hardly visible behind the high back. "Tod Greeley's shaft broke just as we were coming into The Way from the cross cut. We called and called, but finally we decided to find where we were it is as black as a pocket out of doors we were all completely lost.
Skinner, for no only is the spare bedroom vent no gaen, but the blind's drawn doon frae tap to fut, so they're no even airin' the room. Na, it canna be him; an' what's mair, it'll be naebody 'at's to bide a' nicht at the manse." "I wouldna say that; na, na. "Tod, I'll tell ye wha it'll be. I wonder I didna think o' 'im sooner.