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He said just now that Richard's picture was amazingly good, and that he thought he knew where he got the idea from." "Why, of course," said the Colonel carelessly; "Dick got the idea from that beggar what's-his-name's dock and a thundering good idea too! I wonder what time they close? Perhaps " "Yes," said Mrs. Sylvester, buttoning her gloves, "I suppose we had better go."
He sat down without invitation, expressed himself in his brassy voice about the weather, and then, instead of confiding a message, showed a mind for general conversation by asking Miss Kenby if she had read an evening paper. She had not. "I see that Count What's-his-name's wedding came off all the same, in spite of the blizzard," said Mr. Bagley.
You're as bad as What's-his-name's raven; you croak." "The gentleman's name was Poe," returned Roy sweetly. "But perhaps you've never studied American literature." "I thought Poe was a football hero at Princeton or somewhere," laughed Harry. "What did he ever do for American literature?" "American history was more in his line," replied Roy. "Football history.
"'J. Steerforth, Esquire, debtor, to The Willing Mind"; that's not it. Patience, and we'll find it presently. Old what's-his-name's in a bad way, and it's about that, I believe. 'Barkis, do you mean? 'Yes! still feeling in his pockets, and looking over their contents: 'it's all over with poor Barkis, I am afraid.
He went back to England and made groggy efforts at Blackstone, and Somebody's Digest, and What's-His-Name's Compendium, but all the time he scribbled and sketched. The young man had come into possession of a goodly fortune from his father's estate enough to yield him an income of over two thousand dollars a year.
"Why don't they have French waiters in London?" "Fancy a French waiter at a club," said his friend. The young Englishman started a little, as if he could not fancy it. "In Paris I'm very apt to dine at a place where there's an English waiter. Don't you know what's-his-name's, close to the thingumbob? They always set an English waiter at me. I suppose they think I can't speak French."
You know the scene better than I, so work away, Giotto. Motto 'Will ye pay or toll it, mother? Price twenty-five guineas. Take it to What's-his-name's, and if it sells we'll go to Arcadia, Giotto mio! The very thought of those breezes is as quinine to my languid faculties!" Jan worked hard at the new "pot boiler." The artist painted the boy's figure himself, and Jan did most of the rest.
To cover his embarrassment, he began to talk quickly on a number of commonplace topics. But when some time had elapsed, he began to show signs of fresh uneasiness. He looked at his watch, and said, "I don't wish to hurry you, ladies; but this affair commences at three." "What affair?" said Lydia, who had been privately wondering why he had come. "The assault-at-arms. King What's-his-name's affair.
And is it not a more real, as well as notorious thing to us, than the London Tavern, or the Crown and Anchor, or the Hummums, or White's, or What's-his-name's, or any other of your contemporary and fleeting taps? The Temple must have had many eminent inmates.
"I would not refuse," said the peasant, "to lodge any respectable man who would pay me. But why do you not go to the inn?" "There is no room." "Bah! Impossible. This is neither a fair nor a market day. Have you been to Labarre?" "Yes." "Well?" The traveller replied with embarrassment: "I do not know. He did not receive me." "Have you been to What's-his-name's, in the Rue Chaffaut?"
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