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You never can tell from which end it's going to go off. "I don't know," said Miss Devereux, turning now a deadly smile on him, "whether Miss what's-her-name agrees with me or not. But, do you know, I agree with her." "Oh, I don't care a damn!" said Mr. Harold Mills. "Go as far as you like. I don't recognize the piece now.
"Well, I shall be very sorry to leave you, Ann, but I'm glad I'm pulling out of here this evening. Who are all these people?" Ann surveyed the gathering. "That's Ernest Wisden, the playwright, over there, talking to Lora Delane Porter, the feminist writer. That's Clara What's-her-name, the sculptor, with the bobbed hair. Next to her " Mr. Chester cut short the catalogue with a stifled yawn.
"She has accepted my invitation." Mrs. Evringham looked on and wondered. "What is it about that child that takes them all?" she soliloquized. "She reminds me of that dreadfully plain Madam what's-her-name, who was so fascinating to everybody at the French court." Eloise was smiling. "Now it's your turn, Jewel," she said. The child looked from one to another.
Blake always confuses veneration and liking. I yield to none in my veneration for Saint What's-her-name; but I do not like her; and that is an end of the matter." After a little more talk, Mr. Buxton looked at Anthony curiously a moment or two; and then said: "I wonder you have not guessed yet who Father Robert is; for I am sure you know that that cannot be his real name."
What's-her-name lives, about a dozen miles up," continued my cousin. "A Chinese town? There are no Chinamen of any consequence in Florida." "No, no! A town with a Chinese name, where the lady that wrote Uncle Tom's Cabin lives," interposed Owen impatiently. "Mandarin," I added, after I had consulted a pamphlet guide I had picked up in one of the hotels. "It is fifteen miles from here."
His mind appeared to be elsewhere. "Why, that's the girl I saw on the road Wake up! The one on the envelope, you ass. Is she the one you were telling me about in the club the Miss What's-Her-Name who " "Oh, you mean Miss Castleton. She's just gone upstairs. You must have met her on the steps." "You know I did. So THAT is Miss Castleton." "Ripping, isn't she? Didn't I tell you so?"
"Except the last one. You can see some of his ribs yet." "You can't by June." "No, I guess not. Say, Romie, oughtn't she to be coming to see us by now?" "Who?" "Isabel what's-her-name. You know, up at Bernard's." Happy-hearted comrade though she was, Juliet had a secret longing for feminine association, at rare intervals.
That boy is much sicker than he knows," she went on to justify her disquietude, "and he's in a bad mood for getting well. I don't believe Italian doctors know much, anyhow. I've heard that they still put leeches on you. All he has to take care of him, day and night, is that old servant-woman What's-her-name, who, he told me himself, doctors him with herb-tea. I'm so uneasy!
Maybe you've seen a tug-boat bobbin' alongside a big liner in a heavy sea. I expect we must have looked something like that. Even so, that flossy bunch of lady typists showed poor taste in cuttin' loose with the smothered snickers as we wobbles past. And I could get a picture of myself towin' the Señora Concita Maria What's-Her-Name, alias Bonnie Sutton, through the Plutoria corridors.
"Marianne," said she to one of them, a handsome girl of fourteen, "this is Miss Ellen Montgomery she came with Alice, and she is come to keep Christmas with us aren't you glad? There'll be quite a parcel of us when what's-her-name comes won't there?" Marianne shook hands with Ellen.
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