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Unconsciously imitating a trick of his father's when annoyed but calm, he nodded his head several times, and with his tongue against his teeth made the noise which in writing is represented by `tut-tut. Yet somehow he had always known that it would be so. At bottom, he was only pretending to himself to be shocked and outraged.
Not a bit of it. The cheque was genuine." "Tut-tut," said Mr. Utterson. "I see you feel as I do," said Mr. Enfield. "Yes, it's a bad story. Black-mail, I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth. Black-Mail House is what I call that place with the door, in consequence.
Iv coorse, ye'll be pinched, f'r ye won't dare say where ye come fr'm; an' 'tis twinty-eight to wan, the odds again an Orangeman at a wake, that ye'll not know where ye're goin'." "Tut, tut," said Mr. McKenna, indifferently. "Ye may tut-tut till ye lay an egg," said Mr. Dooley, severely, "ye ol' hen; but 'tis so.
"Tut-tut, my young friend," said I. "Certain ladies whom we both esteem can and will prove, to the satisfaction of the fair-minded, that none of the young person's features is exactly what it should be or precisely where it ought to be. Nevertheless, the net result is surprising and even gratifying." "She's a peach!" asseverated my companion. "Substantially what I was remarking.
"This should be convincing, to say least; but lest thou say tut-tut again, I tell thee, O my Midas! that yesterday, by good chance I have a vow to Fortune in consequence I met the mysterious son of Arrius face to face; and I declare now that, though I did not then recognize him, he is the very Ben-Hur who was for years my playmate; the very Ben-Hur who, if he be a man, though of the commonest grade, must this very moment of my writing be thinking of vengeance for so would I were I he vengeance not to be satisfied short of life; vengeance for country, mother, sister, self, and I say it last, though thou mayst think it would be first for fortune lost.
Captain Kidd has gone to London." "To London!" cried several members at once. "How do you know that?" "By this," said the stranger, holding up the tiny stub end of a cigar. "Tut-tut!" ejaculated Solomon. "What child's play is this!" "No, your Majesty," observed the stranger, "it is not child's play; it is fact.
He followed Bryce to the latter's private office, closed the door carefully behind him, and stood with his broad back against it. "Buck, are you losing your mind?" Bryce demanded. "Losing it? I should say not. I've just lost it." "I believe you. If you were quite sane, you wouldn't run the risk of being seen entering my office." "Tut-tut, old dear! None of that!
"Are you lonely, Moira?" She nodded. "Poor Moira!" he murmured absently. The thought that he so readily understood touched her; a glint of tears was in her sad eyes. He saw them and placed his arm fraternally around her shoulders. "Tut-tut, Moira! Don't cry," he soothed her. "I understand perfectly, and of course we'll have to do something about it. You're too fine for this.
And, after all, I'm responsible for any er scandal affecting the Islands. Hey?" The Commandant rose with a sudden flush on his face. "Scandal, Sir Cæsar? Oh, to be sure, I cannot understand you." "Tut-tut!" The Lord Proprietor smiled. "Of course, we know there's nothing in it. A young lady youngish, at least and you old enough to be her father. But, all the same, tongues will wag."
Such is the theory, but such is not the fact. I've seen the owner crank her until his backbone comes unjointed, without getting any response whatsoever. And then, just when he is about to succumb to hate and overexertion, the thing says tut-tut reprovingly and then gives one tired pish and a low mournful tush and coughs about a pint of warm gasoline into his face and dies as dead as Jesse James.
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