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"Here't is 'Walters, Samuel: born '69, son of John Walters, Holland Hill; religion politics um-um bad habits, none; two years Vesper Academy; three years Dennison shoe factories; married 1896 one child, b. 1899. Bought Travis Farm 1898, paying half down; paid balance out in five years; dairy, fifteen cows; forehanded, thrifty. Humph! Good pay, I guess."
He had not long to wait. The door of the room suddenly opened, and the woman of the breakfast table disclosed herself. She was dressed for going out, wearing a hat that seemed a yard in diameter, and a feather boa, from which her hen-like face and neck rose to the crowning triumph of the hat. "I am going to Mother," said she. "I am not coming back." "Um-um," said Jones. She paused.
She comin' back, she say dis evenin'. She sutt'nly act very queer, sah." "All right," I snapped. "It's one of my clients." "Um-um," he said, shaking his head. "I spec she ain't, Mr. Estabrook, sah. She mos' likely has pussonal business, sah!"
'And when Delilah saw that he had told her all his heart, she sent and called for the lords of the Philistines, saying, Come up this once. Um-um." "Yes, go on!" "'And she made him sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head. Well, I'll be hanged!" exclaimed Tutt. "Now, I would have staked a thousand dollars on it.
"Well, I told your man Macdougal that if one dish was broken I'd pay for it. Here's the dollar for the dish! Come, Griggs." "Um-um. So you refuse to settle?" smiled the proprietor. "Absolutely and positively!" declared Hawkins. "Well, I think that, pending a suit for damages, I can have you held on a charge of disorderly conduct," mused the calm man. "Mr.
There's no reason why he shouldn't be jest as good a man there as he is at home. Don't you think so, too. Deacon Klegg?" "Um um-um," hemmed the Deacon, getting red in the face, and avoiding answering the question by a vigorous stirring of the fire, while Si slily winked at Shorty. "I impressed that on son Jed's mind when he enlisted," continued the brother.
"'Household . . . myself, wife, one daughter," muttered Geoffrey. "Um-um 'quarter of a mile from the sea' um 'As you will have guessed from the fact of my advertising'" here he began to read aloud "'we are not too lavishly blessed with this world's goods. Our house is roomy and comfortable, though abominably furnished.
"I said that Madame understands perfectly." "Why do you want to leave?" The Frenchman drew himself up tragically. "I can no longer serve Madame: it is not convenable to my dignity." "What's hurtin' your dignity?" "It is not for me to cook for a lot of babies, and and a nigger baby." Drusilla looked at him silently for a moment. "Um-um I see," she said.
Have you really thought of a title to My Novel?" MR. CAXTON. "You have hit it yourself, 'My Novel. It is your Novel; people will know it is your Novel. Turn and twist the English language as you will, be as allegorical as Hebrew, Greek, Roman, Fabulist, or Puritan, still, after all, it is your Novel, and nothing more nor less than your Novel." "'My Novel! um-um!
Have you really thought of a title to My Novel?" MR. CAXTON. "You have hit it yourself, 'My Novel. It is your Novel; people will know it is your Novel. Turn and twist the English language as you will, be as allegorical as Hebrew, Greek, Roman, Fabulist, or Puritan, still, after all, it is your Novel, and nothing more nor less than your Novel." "'My Novel! um-um!
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