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But before he could utter a word Tom frowned and said, severely: "What are you up to, my lad?" "It's what are you up to, Tom? Here, how are you now?" "Quite well, thankye, Master Aleck. How are you? But, here," he cried, changing his manner, "what does it all mean? Why, what when wh-wh-what ah, I know now, Master Aleck! I say, don't tell me the boat's gone down!"
"Suppose one of them went to Paris and saw your brother Guillaume's chief creditor and said to him " "One m-m-moment," interrupted the goodman, "said wh-wh-what? Something l-l-like this. Monsieur Gr-Grandet of Saumur this, Monsieur Grandet of Saumur that. He l-loves his b-b-brother, he loves his n-nephew. Grandet is a g-g-good uncle; he m-m-means well. He has sold his v-v-vintage.
If there has been no declaration of failure, and you hold a lien on the debts, you come out of the business as white as the driven snow." "Sn-n-now," said Grandet, putting his hand to his ear, "wh-wh-what about s-now?" "But," cried the president, "do pray attend to what I am saying." "I am at-t-tending." "A note is merchandise, an article of barter which rises and falls in prices.
Six boys and a whiner were asleep in their bunks in the log cabin when that awesome sound first smote the air. Outside the wind had nearly died down. Dick Prescott, the first to waken, felt a cold chill creep down his spine. "Wow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo!" "Wh-wh-what is it?" gasped Dan Dalzell, sitting up in his bunk. "I don't know," Dick admitted.
"Wh-wha-what the dicken's d-d-d'ye mean by this?" stuttered and stammered Captain Gillespie, his passion almost stopping his speech. "Wh-wh-what d'ye mean, I say?" "Me only hab piecee cocky-fightee," answered Ching Wang as calmly as possible. "Me chin chin you, cap'en." Captain Gillespie fairly boiled over with rage.
The settler paused at this fearful summons and his knees smote together. "Wh-wh-what do yo-yo-you want?" he stammered, hardly conscious of what he was saying. "Want your scalp, white man." "Thunderation! I hain't got any! My wife pulled out all my hair the first week we were married. I'm bald-headed, so what's the "
"You damned fool!" were Guffey's first words. Peter's knees went weak and his teeth began to chatter again. "Wh-wh-what?" he cried. "Didn't I tell you to hold your mouth?" And Guffey looked as if he were going to twist Peter's wrist again. "Mr. Guffey, I ain't told a soul! I ain't said one word about the Goober case, not one word!" Peter rushed on, pouring out protests. But Guffey cut him short.
"Well, Gudge," said Andrews, at last, "so you're the spy we've been looking for all this time!" Peter remembered Nell's injunction, "Stick it out, Peter! Stick it out!" "Wh-wh-what do you mean, Mr. Andrews?" "Forget it, Gudge," said Andrews. "We've just been talking with Rosie, and Rosie was our spy." "She's been lying to you!" Peter cried. But Andrews said: "Oh rubbish! We're not that easy!
Peter's imaginings were brought to an end by the packing-box being pulled out from the wall. "Hello!" said a voice. Peter groaned, but did not look up. The box was pulled out further, and a face peered in. "What you hidin' in there for?" Peter stammered feebly: "Wh-wh-what?" "You hurt?" demanded the voice. "I dunno," moaned Peter. The box was pulled out further, and its occupant slid out.
"And then he talked a whole lot of delirious slush of that kind, and about improving the tadpole crop, and so on, until I Wh-wh-what d'you say? Want me to take my legs off that table and quit? You don't want to hear any more news about the fisheries? Oh, all right; there's plenty of other papers that'll be glad to get the intelligence.
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