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"Oh! any one of the explanations you fellows have put up might cover the bill," Thad, went on to say. "The idea came into my mind that perhaps now those men might be game-fish wardens." "W-what!" gasped Bumpus; "d'ye mean to tell me they have such things on a big lake like this? Why, I thought they were only needed ashore, where ponds and rivers require looking after."
Did yourself out of a share in a reward of two hundred quid when you'd only to shut your hands and hold on to it!" "Two hundred quid? Two hun W-what are you talking about? Wasn't it true? Wasn't it a kinematograph picture, after all?" "No, you fool, no!" howled Smathers, fairly dancing with despair. "Oh, you blithering idiot! You ninety-seven varieties of a fool!
"H-how is it written," said Jethro, leaning over it, "h-how is it written?" "Cynthy," answered Mr. Judson, involuntarily. "Then make it Cynthy make it Cynthy." "Cynthy it shall be," said Mr. Judson, with conviction. "When'll you have it done?" "To-night," replied Mr. Judson, with a twinkle in his eye, "to-night, as a special favor." "What time w-what time?" "Seven o'clock, sir.
So you 've c-come at last, sir!" said Barrymaine, steadying himself against the wall with one hand while he held the pistol levelled in the other, "ins-stead of the weak s-sister you find the avenging brother! Been waiting for you hours. C-cursed dreary hole this, and I fell asleep, but " "Because you were drugged!" said Barnabas. "D-drugged, sir! W-what d' you mean?"
"One hundred and fifty dollars er one hundred and fifty?" Wetherell nodded. Still the countryman did not look up. "F-folks told me to be careful," he repeated without a smile. He was looking at the lockets, and finally pointed a large finger at one of them the most expensive, by the way. "W-what d'ye get for that?" he asked. "Twenty dollars," the clerk promptly replied.
'Now, panted Dave, still shaken with merriment, 'w-what has he done? I stood silent, enjoying somewhat my guards' evident doubt, and willing to let Dave enjoy to the full this joke at my expense, and after a moment's hesitation one of the guards replied: 'He picked a pocket, they say. 'Oh, they do?
W-what the devil are you d-d-doing " For Selwyn had him fast one sinewy hand twisted in his silken collar, holding him squirming at arm's length. "M-murder!" stammered Mr. Ruthven. "No," said Selwyn, "not this time. But be very, very careful after this." And he let him go with an involuntary shudder, and wiped his hands on his handkerchief.
"How do you dare to speak about murdering a helpless man?" Weston asked. "What happened to Bill Ducett, at Black Ravine?" At these words Curly's eyes fairly started from their sockets, and the perspiration poured down his face in great beads. "W-what d'ye know about that?" he gasped. "W-who are you, anyway?" "Oh, never mind who I am, or how much I know.
Then he married her at last, and presto! all the symptoms vanished the pulse, the temperature, the fidgets, the blushes, the moods, the whole business!" "W-what about the strangely curious manifestations of physical beauty superhuman symmetry, Mr. Carden?" "Do you notice them in me?" he gasped. "A yes in a m-modified measure " "In me?"
"W-what did you say her name was, Alvy?" "I guess her name's Cassandra," said the Honorable Alva. "C-Cassandry?" "Well, you see," he explained a trifle apologetically, "she's kind of taken some matters in her own hands, my gal. Didn't like Lily, and it didn't seem to fit her anyway, so she called herself Cassandra. Read it in a book.
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