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She was near enough now for us to see that she was merely a large sailing dory. There were two men on board her, but whether they were Mr. Snider and the Professor I could not tell. I reached for the spy-glass, when Spike said: "They're going to row." One of the men had lowered the sail, and the other was getting out a long pair of oars. "W-Well, what's the matter with our d-d-doing that, too?"
I got tired of it after a while, made up my mind that I had found one man I couldn't move. Then what bothered me was to get out of that room. If I'd a had a Bible I believe I'd a read it to him. I didn't know what to say, but I did say this after a while: "'W-well, Mr. President, I guess I've kept you long enough g-guess you're a pretty busy man. H-hope you'll give Mr.
"W-well a little or, rather, not at all. That is, I should have been worried if it hadn't been for the conviction that something would look out for them. Something always does, you know." The faint smile that seemed to have got frozen on her lips quivered piteously. "I wish you could have that comfortable feeling about me." "Oh, I have. That'll be all right.
Th-this yere is the h-h-hotel, ain 't it? W-well, I 've got t-to be back to th-the 'Little Yankee' afore d-d-daylight, or thar 'll be h-hell to pay, an' I sure m-mean to see her first, an' an' maybe h-him." She stood there in thoughtful perplexity, oblivious to all else in her strange surroundings, watching the dark shadow of his burly figure disappear through the dim light.
"W-well, yes, sir," he said. "The fact was er my people wanted me very much to go into the house-agency business. But I never cared myself for anything but natural history and botany and things like that. My poor parents have been dead some years now, but naturally I like to respect their wishes.
"Yes," said I. And I told them my name. "That's my shirt you've got on, by the way." "T-t-tell him about it, S-S-Spike," said the one at the wheel. "Tell him yourself!" growled the other. "W-Well," said the steersman, giving the wheel a twist, "you s- see... you s-see... oh! I can't t-tell him, it makes me s- stutter so d-darned much!" "Go ahead!" returned Spike.
I got tired of it after a while, made up my mind that I had found one man I couldn't move. Then what bothered me was to get out of that room. If I'd a had a Bible I believe I'd a read it to him. I didn't know what to say, but I did say this after a while: "'W-well, Mr. President, I guess I've kept you long enough g-guess you're a pretty busy man. H-hope you'll give Mr.
For one long minute there was a blank silence about the Henshaw dinner-table; then the eldest brother, looking anxiously from one man to the other, stammered: "W-well?" "Great Scott!" breathed Bertram. Cyril said nothing, but his lips were white with their tense pressure against each other. There was another pause, and again William broke it anxiously. "Boys, this isn't helping me out any!
Latterly you may as well know it I haven't had any real income of my own at all." "So that their money has been paying for for all this." Her hands made a confused little gesture, indicating the luxury of his personal appointments and of the room. He shrugged his shoulders and arched his eyebrows in a kind of protest, which was nevertheless not denial. "W-well! If you choose to put it so!"
"Oh, I ain't overlooking that you're powerful reconciled to going to your own party dressed like you is now, Miss P'tricia! Anyhow, you're going to have a good wash-up and your hair combed; Miss Julia ain't laid down no commands against that." "W-well," Patricia slowly conceded, "only I'll see to it myself, Sarah."
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