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Foma measured them with a self-satisfied look, and gratified by their slavish submissiveness, said boastfully: "Ah! You've grown dumb now, that's the way! I am strict! "You sluggard!" came some one's calm, loud exclamation. "Wha-at?" roared Foma, jumping up from his chair. "Who said that?"
Eh, wha-at?" "I should have been crazy sick a week ago, but it doesn't seem to upset me now much." "That is because we make you fisherman, these days. If I was you, when I come to Gloucester I would give two, three big candles for my good luck." "Give who?" "To be sure the Virgin of our Church on the Hill. She is very good to fishermen all the time.
"Wha-at?" asked Platonov in a drawl, knitting his eyebrows. "Or else you are her lover it's all one ... What do they call this duty here? Well, now, these same people for whom the women embroider shirts and with whom they divide their honest earnings? ... Eh? ..." Platonov looked at him with a heavy, intent gaze through his narrowed lids.
"And here I am telephoning just like Uncle William Bertram said Uncle William did telephone about me!" In due course Billy had Aunt Hannah at the other end of the wire. "Aunt Hannah, listen. I'd never have believed it, but it's happened. Mary Jane is a man." Billy heard a dismayed gasp and a muttered "Oh, my grief and conscience!" then a shaking "Wha-at?" "I say, Mary Jane is a man."
"More likely he thinks we are lost!" Rhoda exclaimed so that Grace, at least, heard her. Then she shouted to the others: "This way! This way!" "Wha-at wa-ay?" demanded Bess Harley. "I I'm going every-which-way, right now!" But, in a very few minutes, it appeared that this sudden tempest was nothing to make fun over.
"When you told her wha-at?" exploded the usually low-voiced William, with sudden sharpness. "When I told her that you loved her, William. You see, I " William sprang to his feet. "Told her that I loved her!" he cried, aghast. "Good heavens, Kate, do you mean to say that YOU told her THAT." "Why, y-yes." "And may I ask where you got your information?" "Why, William Henshaw, what a question!
"Yes, they are up to mischief of some sort," she decided, lowering the glasses and laying them aside. "Girls!" "Wha wha-at?" cried Jane, her feet landing on the floor almost ere the words were out of her mouth. Tommy hopped out of bed a few seconds behind Crazy Jane, but instead of landing on her feet, the little girl went sprawling on the floor on her face. "Thave me! Are we thinking?" she cried.
"You are some pretty well now? This time last night the fish they fish for you. Now you fish for fish. Eh, wha-at?" "I'm I'm ever so grateful," Harvey stammered, and his unfortunate hand stole to his pocket once more, but he remembered that he had no money to offer. When he knew Manuel better the mere thought of the mistake he might have made would cover him with hot, uneasy blushes in his bunk.
Out of the way there! One side! One side! Up you go!... Wha-at? Is that the best they can do? Why, it won't run out of the nozzle at all when it's up on the roof. Not a drop. Feeble little dribble when it's on the ground-level. There's your water-works for you. It is a good long way from the fire-plug I know, but there ought to be more pressure than that. Oh, pshaw!
Beasley, do you remember last fall when you met Snake Anson with his gang up in the woods and hired him to make off with me?" asked Helen, in swift, ringing words. The dark olive of Beasley's bold face shaded to a dirty white. "Wha-at?" he jerked out, hoarsely. "I see you remember. Well, Milt Dale was hidden in the loft of that cabin where you met Anson.
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