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The girl slipped from the proffered hands and fled from the room. "Whatsh matter with the girl?" said Sir William. Out at sea, all by itself, somewhere about thirty miles from a certain good-sized island in a certain ocean, there lies another little island an eyot about a mile long and half a mile broad. It is a coral islet.
"Drink!" a voice cried. "I don't want any drink" A strong hand had him by the collar, and the house was rocking violently to and fro; he could scarcely keep his feet. "Wake up, you're drunk. Is Miss Porter down stairs?" "Porter, Porter, yesh, Portersh gal; thatsh what I said. Whatsh matter with you? leg-go. Keep cool, don't get excited." "Here, get out go down stairs!" And he did, hurriedly.
"What is it, father?" came Selah's voice, tinkling like ice in a glass. "Selah! whatsh thish mean?" he roared. "What does what mean, father?" "No light! I've just been asshaulted in my own house!" he shouted. "Assaulted?" she giggled, turning the switch. The hall below was instantly flooded with light. She beheld the Colonel leaning against the newel post, looking up but not seeing her.
Yes, I am, though; it's mental worry, it's a 'arassed 'eart;" he looked at Ida and shook his head reproachfully. "She knows, but she don't care But whatsh the matter," he broke off, staring at Isabel, who was still struggling with her sniffs and sobs. "Whatsh up? Whatsh Isabel cryin' for? Ida been cryin' too? Look 'ere, I won't shtand that.
He had been puzzled by something familiar in the voice, and now he recognized the man, and had no wish to meet him. He was too late in hitching his chair back into the shadow, for Benson had seen him and stopped with an excited cry. "Blake of the sappers! Want to cut your old friendsh? Whatsh you doing here?" "It's a mutual surprise, Benson," Blake replied.
'Not a bit not in the slightest, old Matt replieshes, 'why it is I who amsh brave now. Then he kisshes her, and fearing they would detect my presence, I slipsh quietly out." "Will you swear this is true?" Leon said, his voice trembling with excitement. "I'll schwear it!" Curtis answered, "but you look crossh. Whatsh the matter, Leon? God! What's the matter!"
Jimmy wasn't quite drunk enough, and the violent exercise of the dance somewhat sobered him. He glared at the man. "Whatsh you talkin' about?" he demanded. "I'm just asking you," said the man, "why, if you played straight with Dannie about the girl, you never have had the face to go to confession since you married her." "Alwaysh send my wife," said Jimmy grandly.
He had been puzzled by something familiar in the voice, and now he knew the man, whom he had no wish to meet. He was too late in hitching his chair back into the shadow, for Benson had seen him and stopped with an excited cry. "Blake of the sappers! Want to cut your old friendsh? Whatsh you doing here?"
Jimmy kicked it across the room, and then gathered it up, and drove a dent in it with his heel that would hold over the nail. Then he went back to the Thread Man. "Theresh mark, Ruben. Blash away!" he said. The Boston man hesitated. "Whatsh the matter? Cansh shoot off nothing but your mouth?" demanded Jimmy.
"I hear 'em trampin' around!" exclaimed Budge, in great excitement. "There! the piano's shut! Isn't that too mean! Oh, I'll tell you here's Uncle Harry's violin." "Then whatsh I goin' to play on?" asked Toddie, dancing frantically about. "Wait a minute," said Budge, dropping the violin, and hurrying to the floor above, from which he speedily returned with a comb.
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