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Invariably he betrayed impatience, and occasionally he lost his temper; people went away exclaiming what a horrid man he was! 'Mr. What's-your-name, said a shopkeeper one day, after receiving a short answer, 'I shall make it my business to complain of you to the Postmaster-General. I don't come here to be insulted. 'Who insulted you? returned Farmiloe like a sullen schoolboy. 'Why, you did.
At that moment, a ragged child who was coming down through the Rue Menilmontant, holding in his hand a branch of blossoming laburnum which he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old holster-pistol in the show-window of a bric-a-brac merchant's shop. "Mother What's-your-name, I'm going to borrow your machine." And off he ran with the pistol.
"Well, you've done me a good turn for an ill one, young what's-your-name, so here's a guinea for you." He threw it towards him; it fell on the ground, and lay there. "Nay, nay, Richard," expostulated the sickly gentleman, who, after all, WAS a gentleman. He stood apparently struggling with conflicting intentions, and not very easy in his mind.
It was the woman who spoke first. It was she who had opened the door. The man was standing behind her looking over her shoulder over her head really, for he was tall and broad and she short and slender. "Is it ?" she faltered. Mr. Keeler answered. "Yes, ma'am," he declared emphatically, "that's who 'tis. Here we be er er what's-your-name Edward. Jump right out."
"Will you take the medium's hand, Mr. What's-your-name?" The young foreigner took the lean and feverish hand of Gershom, and again the pencil flew rapidly over the paper. He pushed the manuscript from him and snatched his hand away from Baldassano. As the latter looked at what was written, his tawny cheek grew deadly pale. "Dios mio!" he exclaimed to Marshall. "This is written in Castilian!"
Cat to be, when his Excellency, starting up, and interrupting his ghostly adviser at the very beginning of his sentence, said, "Egad, l'Abbe, you are right it IS my son, and a mighty smart-looking creature with him. Hey! Mr. What's-your-name Tom, you rogue, don't you know your own father?" And so saying, and cocking his beaver on one side, Monsieur de Galgenstein strutted jauntily after Mr.
The reply was unanswerable, and being too restless to stay below when all was so novel on deck, Mark soon after went to where, by the light of many lanterns, about a third of the crew, supplemented by a gang of men from the dock, were hard at work trying to restore order in the hold. "Hallo, youngster!" said a sharp voice; "don't get in the way. Here, hallo, old what's-your-name! Come here."
Then he turned so that the light shone full in Sloan's face. "Good evening, Mr. Sloan," he said. "You'll excuse me, but is what this gentleman tells me all straight?" "Guess it is," Sloan smiled. "I'd bank on him myself." The farmer nodded with satisfaction. "All right then, Mr. What's-your-name. I'll have it done for you."
"It is hardly evidence, is it, to ask a witness what he would think?" suggested Barnworth. "Oh, isn't it? Easy a bit, and you'll see what we're driving at, your lordship! I'll trouble your lordship to ask the learned chap not to put me off my run. Come, Mr What's-your-name, what should you think?" Dig mused a bit, and then replied, "I should think it was a little queer." "Of course you would!
The woman was familiar with all his affairs, asked him about mutual friends, and knew the amount of his salary. She paid no attention to Maggie, looking toward her once or twice and apparently seeing the wall beyond. The mere boy was sulky. In the beginning he had welcomed with acclamations the additions. "Let's all have a drink! What'll you take, Nell? And you, Miss what's-your-name.
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