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'I like the way you say it, she interrupted. 'Ah! I like it right well! Breathin' strong, like folk coming up the Monkey's Ladder. 'Whatever's that? 'Dunna you know Monkey's Ladder? It's that road there. Somebody's coming up it now on a horse. They both looked down at Reddin climbing slowly and still some way off.
He saw fish in the clear water and tried to improvise a way to catch them. He failed. He said gloomily, "It wouldn't do to catch fish here anyhow. A fire to cook them would show smoke by day and might be seen at night. And whatever's at the Lake might send a terror beam. We'll leave here when you're rested." He examined the stream. He went up and down its bank.
"Well, I didn't think of it," said he, "and if I had, I shouldn't be eating and sleeping it as you and Jack are. Whatever's happening up there, it isn't our hunt. It's hers, the woman's. Or the authorities'. The man ought to be shut up." Nan began telling him how it all was, how they wanted definitely to do the right thing and how Tira herself blocked them.
'Is that yo', mother? said Matt, dragging himself from the foot of the stairway leading to the chamber above. 'Is that yo'? 'Ey, Matt, whatever's to do wi' thee; aw never see thee look like that afore. Is Miriam bad, or summat? 'Nay, mother, they willn't tell me. But go yo' upstairs, and when you've sin for yorsel come daan and tell me.
At this moment there came a loud knock at the door; a single, solid dab of the knocker which Polton seemed to recognize, for he ejaculated: "Good lord, sir! That'll be Wilkins, the cabman! I'd forgotten all about him. Whatever's to be done?" He stared at us in ludicrous horror for a moment or two, and then, snatching off his wig, beard and spectacles, poked them into a cupboard.
All my life I've loved you, though I never realized it.... Your kisses they made me know myself.... But, my God, say that you love me!" "Yes, Pan, I do love you," she replied, quietly, lifting her eyes to his. Again the rich color fled. "Then, nothing else matters," cried Pan. "Whatever's wrong, I'll make right. Don't forget that.
"Wherever are you goin', my dear, so alone?" "I'm going to boarding-school," said Laura, and shot a glance at the couple opposite. "To boardin'-school? Peter! D'you hear? Why, whatever's your ma thinkin' of to send such a little chick as you to boardin'-school? ... and so alone, too." Laura's face took on a curious air of dignity.
However, I of course do know," he pursued to Mitchy, "that whatever's really between us will remain between us. Let me then tell you myself exactly what's the matter." The length of his pause after these words showed at last that he had stopped short; on which his companions, as they waited, exchanged a sympathetic look.
"There's no 'of course' about it," she laughed faintly. "I had a short letter from him on Wednesday morning. He said you were in Paris." "But since that hasn't he written?" "If I hear from him on Sunday I shall be lucky, bless ye!" said Constance, grimly. "It's not letter-writing that will kill Cyril." "But do you mean to say he hasn't " Matthew stopped. "Whatever's amiss?" asked Constance.
"What crow have you to pluck wid her?" asked Kate, fiercely. "You'll pluck no crow wid her, or, if you do, I'll find a bag to hould the fedhers mind that." "No, no," said Philip; "whatever's to be done, she must come to no harm." "Why, the crow I have to pluck with her, Mrs.
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