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Having secured this, he waited until Stumps had partially recovered, and then led him into one of the most crowded thoroughfares. "Now, my boy," he said affectionately, "I think you are much better. You can walk alone." "I should think I could," he replied, indignantly shaking off the man's grasp. "Wh-what d'ee take me for?"
"Wh-what do you have such goin's on in your house for?" he demanded. "What makes you let the gang afore the mast run over you this way? Why don't you who's that upstairs; your wife?" "No, my wife is out. I shouldn't wonder if that was Zuba. She's on her way to the door, probably." "She is, hey? Call her down here. Sing out to her to come down.
Thinking it to be a boy, I called out in a stage-whisper: "Is that old pig, Carpet Slippers, up there?" And a dear little chestnut beard and a smile came over the balusters, accompanied by a voice: "Yes, h-h-here he is. Wh-what do you want with him?" It was Fillet, in carpet slippers, and round a corner. And then in his class-room, this day, I got a sum wrong.
"Wh-what does it mean?" asked DeLong blankly. "It means that you had little enough chance to win at a straight game of roulette. But the wheel is very rarely straight, even with all the odds in favor of the bank, as they are. This game was electrically controlled. Others are mechanically controlled by what is sometimes called the 'mule's ear, and other devices. You can't win.
"They must have got my message to Burke and have seen that the house was surrounded." The two Japanese servants had committed suicide. "Wh-what does it all mean?" gasped Mrs. Brainard, who had followed us upstairs with Gladys. Burke's lip curled slightly and he was about to speak. "It means," hastened Kennedy, "that you have been double crossed, Mrs. Brainard.
As if she had not heard aright, Kathleen stared at him. "Wh-what is it you ask?" she stammered. "The plans of your father's latest invention," patiently. "I do not mean the camera." "Either you or I are mad," she looked at him dazedly. "Do you realize that my father would not give me those plans that I should have to steal them." "Expediency knows no law," he muttered, not meeting her eyes.
Gilligan's voice calling to them from the connecting doorway. "Do you expect to sleep all day?" she was asking them, her face rosy and herself very nice and trim in a light blue house dress. "This is the third time I've spoken to you, and I was beginning to get worried." "Wh-what time is it?" demanded Laura sleepily. "About eleven," Mrs. Gilligan answered calmly, and they gasped.
Anyway, Tom, I know this much: You don't go to any old banquet to-night." "I don't? Why don't I?" "Because I met Lawrence downstairs a few minutes ago. He was looking for you." "Wh-what for?" asked Tom faintly. "Robey says you're not to break training, Tom! You're to report at the 'varsity table to-night for supper!"
Bentley stepped over to his auto, took out a drug case and selected a vial from it. "Get me a glass of water, someone, and promptly," he directed. The water was quickly brought. After pouring a few drops from the vial into it, the medical man supported Dick's head and poured some of the stuff into his mouth. After a short time Dick opened his eyes. "Wh-what kicked me?" he asked slowly.
Yes, I pity him from my heart, and shall try to give him what consolation I can." "Wh-what is the matter?" asked both the young and old Rostov. Anna Mikhaylovna sighed deeply. "Dolokhov, Mary Ivanovna's son," she said in a mysterious whisper, "has compromised her completely, they say.
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