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She sat down with the paper in her hand and stared hopelessly at the Gadfly. "W-well?" he said at last, with his soft, ironical drawl; "are you satisfied now that I must go?" "Yes, I suppose you must," she answered, sighing. "And I too." He looked up with a little start. "You too? But " "Of course.

Did they tell you about it?" "Yes," said Jethro, "they told me about it." "And how about Grant? What did he say to you?" "W-well, I went up there and sent in my card. D-didn't have to wait a great while, as I was pretty early, and soon he came in, smokin' a black cigar, head bent forward a little.

"W-well," the old man answered, slowly, "it isn't easy to tell you in any language you'd understand." "I can understand plain English, if that would do." "You can make it do, but it doesn't do very well. It's really one of those things that require what the primitive Christians called an unknown tongue.

Did they tell you about it?" "Yes," said Jethro, "they told me about it." "And how about Grant? What did he say to you?" "W-well, I went up there and sent in my card. D-didn't have to wait a great while, as I was pretty early, and soon he came in, smokin' a black cigar, head bent forward a little.

I did not want to be dismal about it, but my own opinion was that the Captain would be furious. His boat had been missing now for two days. "W-Well, if he thinks we've been having a p-p-p-picnic, that's where he's off. We s-sailed over to S-S-Squid C-Cove that night, and went ashore in the t-t-tender.

"W-well, upon my word!" stammered Vaux, "it's Cassidy!" "F'r the love o' God," growled Cassidy, "is that YOU, Mr. Vaux!" He lowered his arms sheepishly, reached out and switched on the ceiling light over the dining-room table. "Well, f'r " he began; and, seeing Miss Erith, subsided. "What are you doing here?" demanded Vaux, disgusted with this glaring example of interference from another service.

"Vassya!" she said, shaking her husband, "Basile! Vassily Prokovitch! Ah! mercy on us, he might be dead! Wake up, Basile, I beseech you!" "W-well?" grunted the assistant procurator, with a deep inward breath and a munching sound. "For God's sake, wake up! A burglar has got into the kitchen! I was standing at the window looking out and someone got in at the window.

Lulu, walking down the main street, thought: "Now Mis' Chambers is seeing me. Now Mis' Curtis. There's somebody behind the vines at Mis' Martin's. Here comes Mis' Grove and I've got to speak to her...." One and another and another met her, and every one cried out at her some version of: "Lulu Bett!" Or, "W-well, it isn't Lulu Bett any more, is it? Well, what are you doing here? I thought...."

"Do you know," she said deliberately, "that I believe you think I am mentally unsound. Do you?" "I you " he began to stutter fearfully. "Do you?" "W-well, either you or I " "Nonsense! I thought that marriage ceremony was a miserably inadequate affair!... And I am hurt grieved amazed that you should do such a a cowardly " "What!" he exclaimed, stung to the quick.

Did they tell you about it?" "Yes," said Jethro, "they told me about it." "And how about Grant? What did he say to you?" "W-well, I went up there and sent in my card. D-didn't have to wait a great while, as I was pretty early, and soon he came in, smokin' a black cigar, head bent forward a little.