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"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.
"Your Eminence, Your Eminence, t-t-truth is the c-chief of the Christian virtues! D-d-do you th-th-think I d-d-don't know how hard the Governor has been trying to g-get your consent to a court-martial? You had b-better by half g-give it, Your Eminence; it's only w-what all your b-brother prelates would do in your place.
"W-what are you d-doing " She controlled her voice and the wavering weapon with an effort. "What are you doing in this house?" "Doing? In this house?" he repeated, his eyes protruding in the direction of the unsteady pistol muzzle. "What are you doing in this house if you don't mind saying!" "I I m-must ask you to put up your hands," she said.
"Of course not if it's true. But it isn't true," retorted the woman, with excited emphasis. "No man in his senses would do such a thing." "Er ah w-what?" stammered Mr. Smith, looking suddenly a little less happy. "Leave a hundred thousand dollars apiece to three distant relations he never saw." "But he was our cousin you said he was our cousin," interposed Mellicent, "and when he died "
He held the wheel with one hand, the other clapped for a moment to his brow. "Don't do that!" he snapped angrily. "W-what, Uncle Phil?" "Sorry, Timmy, I didn't mean you. I don't know who I meant ... or, rather, what I meant, of course. I seem to be pretty confused tonight. I even startled poor old Homer with that swerve. Get his muddy feet off the cushions, Timmy."
"W-what!" she faltered, bewildered. "I don't suppose you do realise it. People generally feel toward me as you feel; it has always been the fashion to tolerate me. It is a legend that I am thick-skinned and stupidly slow to take offence. I am not offended now.... Because I could not be with you.... But I am tired of it, and I thought it better that you should know it after all these years."
"Er-this one is a little shinier than that one?" "Perhaps the finish is a little higher," ventured the saleslady. "Sh-shinier," said Jethro. "Yes, shinier, if you please to call it so." "W-what would you call it?" By this time the saleslady had become quite hysterical, and altogether incapable of performing her duties.
"Oh, Ronald!" she sighed, her lips quivering suddenly, "I am glad you are better but oh, my dear, I wish I were dead!" "There, there, Clo!" he muttered, patting her stooping shoulder, "I f-frightened you, I suppose. But I'm all right now, dear. W-where's Chichester?" "I don't know, Ronald." "But you, Cleone? You came here to m-meet this this Beverley?" "Yes, Ronald." "D'you know w-what he is?
"Er-this one is a little shinier than that one?" "Perhaps the finish is a little higher," ventured the saleslady. "Sh-shinier," said Jethro. "Yes, shinier, if you please to call it so." "W-what would you call it?" By this time the saleslady had become quite hysterical, and altogether incapable of performing her duties.
The fellow's appearance was anything but reassuring: he was swarthy and sun-browned, his clothes were ragged, his overalls were patched; instead of a coat, he wore a loosely flapping vest over a black sateen shirt, long since rusted out to a nondescript brown. "I've been trying to get to you for a week," announced the mysterious visitor hoarsely. "W-what do you want? Who are you?"
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