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The penalty of unmerited food had produced an autotoxic anaemia, and she was pale and weepy, easily fatigued, sleeping poorly, with the boggy thyroid and overactive tendon reflexes so common in subacidosis. She had to give up her school.
I gotta deliver the death certificate to him if he runs the graveyard, haven't I?" "Such is the procedure, I believe." "Besides," he added with a leer, "I want to get some of that weepy poetry of his." "Well; he'll sell it to you readily." "I'll say he'll sell it to me," returned Mr. Hines with a grimness which I failed to comprehend. "Now is as good a time as any to catch him in his office."
"Oh, where is she?" cried Kitty, clasping her hands, and looking up at Bill with pleading eyes. "There, there, little one! There ain't no use gettin' weepy about it. Sister's all right. She just went in that there tent with Mademoiselle Cora." Bill pointed to the tent, and King and Kitty made a dash for it.
That same afternoon she and Rosalie left town for one of their country-house visits. It was a weepy autumn day, and she was not as fresh as usual the hair-dresser, combined with some troublesome shopping, had tired her and the disquieting suspicion laid hold of her that she was more easily fatigued than she used to be.
Bessmoor is looking rather weepy but very beautiful, smiling after tears like a pretty child." "You surely did not wait for me in all the wet weather we have been having?"
Dinner was the most weepy meal you can imagine, and only one or two of the sensible ones went on to the ball. The others stayed at home and moped, and mother had to stay, too. Poor dear! she had to keep calm, and comfort every one else, when she'd lost all her own pet things.
In order to accustom them to lachrymal shells, they are marched, this time without masks, through an underground chamber which reeks with the tear-producing gas and they are a very weepy, red-eyed lot of men who emerge.
But their troubles are talked over in the saloons and on the doorsteps, so I hear of them, and can learn whether they really deserve help. They'll take it from me, because they feel that I'm one of them." Miss De Voe was too much shaken by her tears to talk that evening. Miss De Voe's life and surroundings were not exactly weepy ones, and when tears came they meant much.
"Right-O! Myke it weepy now! Slow march!" "I want to go 'ome! I want to go 'ome! Jack-Johnsons, coal-boxes, and shrapnel, oh, Lor'! I don't want to go in the trenches no more. Send me across the sea W'ere the Allemand can't shoot me. Oh, my! I don't want to die! I want to go 'ome!" It is one of the most plaintive and yearning of soldiers' songs.
There was nothing of the soft, weepy baby about this young lady, and I could see from the flash in her dark eyes and the set of her mouth that she meant every word of what she said. She was a dainty, pretty, and alluring little piece of femininity; and I could have taken her in my arms and hugged her, only I did not dare, for like as not she would have boxed my ears.
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