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"Then you leave me to act alone?" said Austin, rising. "Without a single curb!" Adrian gesticulated an acquiesced withdrawal. "I'm sure you would not, still more certain you cannot, do harm. And be mindful of my prophetic words: Whatever's done, old Blaize will have to be bought off. There's the affair settled at once. I suppose I must go to the chief to-night and settle it myself.
"That's not fair. I was up rather early, and it's been a fairly full day and night. Take me in the morning." "I'll take you right now, when you're tired enough to show up whatever's there. Coat off, please." He made his examination painstakingly, omitting no detail of his inquiry into the state of both heart and lungs. "What would you say if I told you you were in a bad way?" he asked.
Pill and Geraldine. "Gracious 'eavens, Susan," cried the cook, when Susan returned, after admitting the visitors, "whatever's come to you?" "I've had a turn," said Susan faintly, sitting by the fire and rubbing her white cheeks. At once Mrs. Pill was alive with curiosity. She questioned the new parlor-maid closely, but was unable to extract information.
"A great strong healthy lad like you, who has been to sea for eighteen months, to lay up like a sickly weak girl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Walters opened his eyes widely and stared. "Dale ought to have tugged you out a couple of days ago, and given you a bucket of water. There, nothing whatever's the matter with him, Brymer. Come along, and I'll report the case to the captain."
He flung his hat aside and sat upon the corner of a crazy sofa despised by the rest of the company. A hungry look, cast upon the inviting delicacies, betrayed the fact that he was hungry. Be sure it was not lost upon the watchful Sarah. "Good Gawd, to see him walk in amongst us like that. Why, Mr. Kennedy, whatever's up, whatever brings you here a night like this?"
This was out of what Mabel called his childish and incomprehensible habit of giving nicknames, High Jinks and Low Jinks the outstanding and never-forgiven example of it. "Whatever's the joke of it?" she demanded, when one day she found Sabre speaking of Major Millet, another neighbour and a great friend of hers, as "Old Hopscotch Millet." "Whatever's the joke of it? He doesn't play hopscotch."
"'Whatever's the meanin' of this yere concourse? demands old Glegg, as he comes into the New York store, an' p'intin' to where Peets an' Texas an' Cherokee Hall, along with Enright, is standin' about; 'an' why does these hold-ups' yere he indicates Dan an' Jack, 'denoode me of my hardware, I'd like to know?
Miles, to help us to save Betty." "Lawk-a-mercy! and whatever's wrong with the dear lamb?" "We are going to tell you everything," said Hester. "We have quite made up our minds. Betty is very, very ill." "Yes," said Sylvia, "she is so ill that Dr.
'Whatever's ado that 'ee don't come to supper? The taters is coolin'. 'All right, granny! I be turnin' over the nets, that's all. Goody's ears her sharpest sense was hearing detected the heaviness in Ned's voice. 'What's come to 'ee, Ned, so suddent? she asked anxiously, as she heaped a plate with potatoes, and poured out a mug of butter-milk.
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