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I stop, in Phildelfy, at the Camel Tavern, on Second Street, and a very expensive house two dollars a day. At Washington they rob everybody, I'm told, and I shall be glad to get away with my clothes." "Tut! Jabel," said MacNair, "brother Elk has taken rooms for me at Willards', and for the little time you stay at the capital you can lodge with us.
"It is different for you, brother they owe you no grudge," said Joan, with a slight shiver; whilst the farmer broke in roughly: "Tut, tut, Jack! what mean you by trying to make common cause with the ruffians who would have carried your sister off as a prey of that graceless scamp well-called Devil's Own? I marvel to hear such words from you. You should know better."
"Oh, I've had a great day, Julia," began the Governor; but as he stooped to kiss her, she gave a little cry of alarm. "Why, you're frozen through!" she exclaimed. "Betty, stir the fire, and make your father sit down by the fender. Shall I mix you a toddy, Mr. Ambler?" "Tut, tut!" protested the Governor, laughing, "a touch of the wind is good for the blood, my dear."
"Well, Lily," he inquired, "how does it seem to be at home?" Lily eyed him almost warily. He was sometimes most dangerous in these moods. "I'm not sure, grandfather." "Not sure about what?" "Well, I am glad to see everybody, of course. But what am I to do with myself?" "Tut." He had an air of benignantly forgiving her. "You'll find plenty. What did you do before you went away?"
She, yielding her cheek carelessly to the Squire's hearty kiss, examined the new-comer curiously the while: "Why how now, tut, tut, what's this?" thundered the father, who, following the direction of her eyes, wheeled round suddenly to discover his son's strange bearing, "Have you lost all the manners as well as the notions of a gentleman, these last two years? Speak to Madame de Savenaye, sir!
Moslemism was, is, and always will be, a blight on that scientific progress which has marked " "Bless me! Professor," interjected Mr. Philander, who had turned his gaze toward the jungle, "there seems to be someone approaching." Professor Archimedes Q. Porter turned in the direction indicated by the nearsighted Mr. Philander. "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," he chided.
In fact, the purpose of this visit was to ask them for the hand of their daughter. Father frowned and scolded, and said, "Tut, tut!" and that I was nothing but a child.
Tut, tut, there's no liberty, no safety, no getting on, for a man who has no right to the gold spurs, but in the guild of his fellows; and London is the place for a born Saxon like Nicholas Alwyn."
"Tut, tut, Captain de Mouret," he said, kindly, "Rise, we would hear somewhat from you touching matters in our Province of Louisiana, and particularly of their safety in case of war say, with Spain." He then asked a few questions about things familiar to me, which put me quite at ease.
They walked on a quarter of a mile and then turned back, hardly a word being said, the lieutenant filling up the time by uttering the peculiar sound expressed by the word tut repeated rapidly. "Shall I go on first, sir, and see if the policeman is there?" said Dick at last. "No, no; it would look so suspicious. He might take us for bad characters. We must walk by together."
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