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"With what we'e already cleaned, they'll make a fine mess for the crowd," he remarked, pointing out an unusually big fellow that had given him all the fun he wanted, before consenting to be dragged ashore. "I notice that you both kill your fish as you get 'em," remarked Tom. "I wouldn't think of doing anything else," replied Jack.
From this she broke away by turning suddenly to Lady Ella. "Youa husband's views," she said, "we'e a 'eal 'evelation to me. It was like not being blind all at once." Lady Ella was always pleased to hear her husband praised. Her colour brightened a little. "They seem very ordinary views," she said modestly. "You share them?" cried Lady Sunderbund. "But of course," said Lady Ella.
Atwell, and everybody." "Everybody." The chef smiled with a peculiar droop of one eye. "And he didn't know when the slippas got into the landlo'd's box?" "No. The fust thing he knew, the' they we'e!" Clementina stood expectant, but the chef smoked on as if that were all there was to say, and seemed to have forgotten her. "Who do you think put them thea, Mr. Mahtin?"
Lander said, "Well, the next time, I'll thank her not to keep you so late." She was astonished to hear that Mr. Ewins was there, and "Any of the nasty things out of the hotel the'e?" she asked. "Yes," Clementina said, "the'e we'e, and some of them we'e very nice.
"And the otha day, there in Venice when you we'e sick, and you seemed to think that I might put off stahting home till the next steamer, I don't know but I let you believe I would." "I supposed that the delay of a week or two could make no material difference to you." "But now you see that it would. And I feel as if I ought to tell you I spoke to Mr.
She did not heed his explanation. "We'e you sca'ed when you got my dispatch?" "No, we kind of expected you'd come any time, the way you wrote afta Mrs. Landa died. We thought something must be up." "Yes," she said, absently. Then, "Whe'e's motha?" she asked. "Well, I guess she thought she couldn't get round to it, exactly," said the father. "She's all right. Needn't ask you!"
Atwell, and everybody." "Everybody." The chef smiled with a peculiar droop of one eye. "And he didn't know when the slippas got into the landlo'd's box?" "No. The fust thing he knew, the' they we'e!" Clementina stood expectant, but the chef smoked on as if that were all there was to say, and seemed to have forgotten her. "Who do you think put them thea, Mr. Mahtin?"
"I used to feel as if it we'e left here, at fust as if he must come back. But that had to go." "Yes." "Everything seems to go. After a while even the loss of him seemed to go." "Yes, losses go with the rest." "That's what I mean by its seeming as if it never any of it happened. Some things before it are a great deal more real." "Little things?" "Not exactly. But things when I was very young."
We slept in the tents we had two and we cooked in the shanty." She smiled at the notion in adding, "At fast the neighbas thought we we'e Gipsies; and the summa folks thought we were Indians, and wanted to get baskets of us." Mrs. Lander did not know what to think, and she asked, "But didn't it almost perish you, stayin' through the winter in an unfinished house?" "Well, it was pretty cold.
I don't want anybody to be between us; and I want to go back to just the way we we'e befo'e they came. It's been a strain on you, and now you must throw it all off and rest, and get up your strength. One thing, I could see that fatha noticed the gain you had made since he saw you in New Yo'k. He spoke about it to me the fust thing, and he feels just the way I do about it.
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