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Stickles had left the wash-tub now and was standing before her visitor. Anger was expressed in her every movement. "An' do ye tell me!" she demanded, "that yer husband signed that paper?" "W-what else was there to do?" and Mrs. McKrigger dropped her knitting and shrank back from the irate form before her. "How could he help it?" "Betsy McKrigger, I never thought ye'd come to this. Help it!
"You must be clear of England by to-morrow night at latest." Barrymaine stared up at Barnabas wide-eyed and passed his tongue to and fro across his lips before he spoke again: "Beverley, w-what d' you mean?" "I know why you keep your right hand hidden!" said Barnabas.
"W-what are you st-stuttering for? Wah-wait till you can talk." "Why, father, yer-you stutter." "Wer-well, yer-you shan't." The look that came with this seemed to end the matter. A moment's rest quieted the nerves of the boy, and he went on to say, that Squire Clamp, and a man with a brass machine on his shoulder, and a chain, ever so long, were walking about the shop on the bank of the river.
Faintness threatened her; she clung to the handle of a weighing machine for support. "More trouble!" he remarked, as he reached her. She looked at him with frightened eyes, finding it hard to believe the evidence of her ears. "W-what?" she faltered. "Heavens!" "What's the matter, dear?" "What have you done to your face?" "I I hoped you wouldn't notice. I've had an abscess." "Notice it!
Your brother-in-law, William Destyn, invented it; I'm backing it and experimenting with it. I told you to keep out of that room. I hung up a sign on the door: 'Danger! Keep out!" "W-was that thing loaded?" "Yes, it was loaded!" "W-what with?" "Waves!" shouted her father, furiously. "Psychic waves!
"Oh, nothing in particular, to see the senoritas." "Oh, thank you, Boker, I've seen the senoritas." He walked quickly past the men, and the shorter one, who had not spoken, called after him rather huskily, "W-what do you think of the little school-ma'am?" Arnold turned back and confronted the speaker in silence. "I say! Is she thin 'nough to suit you?" the heavy-playful one persisted.
"What do you mean? Better for what?" "The m-meeting." "What you mean to try and make him fight, do you?" "Of course try that way first. Give him a ch-chance, you know, c-can't shoot him down on s-sight." "Ah-h!" said Mr. Chichester, very slowly, "you can't shoot him on sight of course you can't. I see." "What? W-what d'ye see? Devilish dark hole in there!"
She planted herself in front of them and looked them over swiftly but critically. "What is the age of the lady?" "W-what difference does that make?" said Jethro, whose instinct was against committing himself to strangers. "Difference!" she exclaimed sharply, "it makes a considerable difference. Perhaps not to you, but to the lady. What coloring is she?" "C-coloring? She's white."
F-for instance, that night in the Cath-thedral how solemn you were! By the way w-what a path-thetic figure I must have c-cut as the pilgrim! I d-don't believe you e-even see anything c-c-comic in the b-business you have c-come about this evening." Montanelli rose. "I came to hear what you have to say; but I think you are too much excited to say it to-night.
All New Englanders are naturally progressive, I take it." "W-what was it you took?" "I was merely remarking on the enterprise of New Englanders," said Worthington, flushing. "On my journey up here, beside the Merrimac, I had the opportunity to inspect the new steam-boiler, the falling-mill, the splitting machine, and other remarkable improvements.
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