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He rises a second time, advances to a gas-light, draws a letter from his pocket, and scans, with an air of evident satisfaction, over the contents. "Umph!" he resumes, and shrugs his shoulders, "I was right on the address-ought to have known it without looking."
Enoch, with more than curiosity, yet speaking in a careless manner, continued his questioning: "What would the people of Crow Wing do if there was another war?" The Indian flashed a sudden sharp glance at him. "How could be?" he asked, craftily. "Yenghese got many red-coats much gun. French no fight more." "Suppose we should fight the red-coats?" "Umph! No.
Although Dave's mind was perfectly clear at this moment, he reasoned with a sinking heart that another brain-storm might overtake him at any time. He had imagined that the thing would give a hint of its coming, but evidently it did not. Mrs. Strange broke into his frowning meditation to ask, "How long since you had a night's sleep?" "I Oh, it must be weeks." "Umph! I thought so.
He advanced to place a rope around the bird's legs; but the ostrich, who had accurately timed his arrival, landed a kick in the pit of his stomach that sent him into the hereafter like a bullet through a fog-bank. IMMORAL: "Umph," said the ostrich as he surveyed his victim, "because a man looks sad at the opening of a jack-pot, it doesn't necessarily follow that he's only got ace-high."
"But, Tommy seriously, is Jimmy Duggan going to fight?" "Fight! you bet your life he's going to fight, and he's going to win, too." "Umph!" "Umph again, Whimple, you and the government will be umphing to the finish, and then you'll umph some more."
"Umph!" grunted Aunt Fanny, with exaggerated irony. "Well, they never do!" maintained Beverly, who was not at all sure about it. "And they look like real nice men honest men, even though they have such awful whiskers." "Dey's de wust trash Ah eveh did see," exploded Aunt Fanny. "Sh! Don't let them hear you," whispered Beverly. In spite of her terror and perplexity, she was compelled to smile.
"Well, what do you s'pose you're good for in a dry goods store, anyway, eh? Look at that!" and he lifted one of the boy's small white hands by the tips of the fingers, and held it towards the light, as if he would look through it, then dropped it with a contemptuous "Umph!" "What shall we do with him, Wilkins?" "Give him the embroidery department.
"I am in haste," said Israel. "Ah!" There was an ominous silence, and then in a cold voice Reuben said, "The things are well enough in their way. What do you wish me to do with them?" "To buy them," said Israel. "Buy them?" "Yes." "But I don't want them." "Are they worth your money? you don't want that either." "Umph!"
Beamis sniffed when she came in here she's the woman whose trunk got loose on the stairs I told you about sniffed as if the place smelt musty. She's got a husband who's made a million dollars out of dry goods in Chicago, and she thought the room wanted re-furnishing. Didn't say it, but I knew. A player-piano is what she wanted. Didn't say it, but I knew. Umph!"
Umph! his quick eyes darting over the big, leisurely frame, the neat yellow hair, and the blue eyes mildly peering through spectacles. Then, having satisfactorily anatomized McKinstry, he turned to the evening again with open senses, the sensitive pulsing of his wide nostrils telling that even the milky scent of the full-uddered cows gave him keen enjoyment.
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