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"You have found a d-d-delightful little nook here," he remarked, looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!" "Yes; it's a pretty corner. I came out here to get some air." "It seems almost ungrateful to the good God to stay indoors on such a lovely night," said the hostess, raising her eyes to the stars. Would not our sweet Italy be heaven on earth if only she were free?
The General, who had been sleeping a little late probably he had been baking bread the night before made his appearance from his little room on the ground floor, with boot on one foot and shoe on the other, just as it was all over, with the impatient inquiry, "W-w-what is it all about?"
"Suppose I don't choose to return it, what then?" "It will be ten years or more in State prison." "Bah! you will have a sweet time proving anything against me." "I have a witness at hand." "W-w-what!" "Give me the word and I'll have the nippers on him before you can say Jack Robinson."
"W-w-what crazy nonsense is this, sir? I never saw the blessed thing in all my life." "Oh, yes, Colonel. Loader, of Tottenham Court Road, repaired the valve for you the day before yesterday, and I found it in your room just Quick! nab him, Petrie! Well played! After the king, the trump; after the confederate, the assassin!
However, once arrived at the great sun-lighted doorway, and secure even from Susanna's ears, the trouble came out. "Oh, w-w-what shall I do? I've told it all over t-t-town, a'ready, an' it's no s-s-se cret at all!"
But that is a matter of p-p-personal convenience. At this moment I am undermost w-w-what would you have? It is very kind of Your Eminence, though, to call here; but perhaps that was done from the C-c-christian standpoint, too. Visiting prisoners ah, yes! I forgot. 'Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of the l-least of these' it's not very complimentary, but one of the least is duly grateful."
"W-w-what d'ye s'pose this is for, s-s-silly?" he demanded, dangling a little nickel-plated object before the eyes of his companion.
The judge was as sober as at the beginning of the feast and with a smile upon his lips in which cynicism was incarnate, waited until the doctor had just begun to snore and then aroused him by another question. "Who is this paragon of virtue to whom you so confidently trust the chastity of your wife?" "This w-w-what?" "This paragon of virtue this ice-cold Adonis?" "Say whatcher mean."
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