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That was about ten o'clock, and I caught the mid-day train I've been here since two. Well, Brunger the detective chap, you know Marrapit was going to send him on here at once " This was the precipice. George went hurtling over the edge with whirling brain: "Brunger coming down here?" he cried. "Rather! Now, we three together, old man " "When's he coming?" George asked.
I've promised to marry you as soon as ever I'm twenty-one, and I can't keep on being worried. I've worries enough. It isn't likely I'd throw you over, let alone my word, when I've spent all this money. Besides, I'm an Englishman, and I never go back on my word. Jacky, do be reasonable. Of course I'll marry you. Only do stop badgering me." "When's your birthday, Len?"
He's a bloody fox, is Carlsen." "When's this coming off?" asked Rainey. "Quick! They're goin' to sight land ter-morrer, they say. I heard that this mornin'. I hid in my bunk. It heads ag'inst the wall of the hunters' mess an', if it's quiet, you can hear what they say. "They ain't goin' in to Bering Strait through Unimak Pass. They're goin' in through Amukat or Seguam Pass.
So that was the way Jasper Jay became a member of the Pleasant Valley Singing Society. "When's your next meeting?" Jasper asked. "To-night, just before sunset!" Jolly replied. "We'll gather in the maple grove, near the sugar-house. And we'll look for you." "I'll be there without fail," Jasper Jay assured him. The committee left him then.
The latter she piled under the carriage seat, and then climbed to her former place beside the driver. Henry, in response to a slap from the reins, got under way once more. The axles squeaked and screamed. "Gee!" cried one youngster, from the steps of the store. "It's the steam calliope. When's the rest of the show comin'?" "Hi!" yelled another. "See how close they're hugged up together.
"When's he coming?" "To-morrow night." "Did he say anything in the letter?" She stood up and went to a desk. "Here it is." A smile touched her lips. "He always wrote curious letters. Words and words when there was nothing to say. And a single phrase when there was something." She read from a sheet of paper "'Dear Anna, I am coming home. Erik."
We passed with some decency through some towns, till by way of the Hastings road we whirled into Cramberhurst, which is a deep pit. "Now," said Kysh, "we begin." "Previous service not reckoned towards pension," said Pyecroft. "We are doin' you lavish, Robert." "But when's this silly game to finish, any'ow?" our guest snarled. "Don't worry about the when of it, Robert.
"I always thought it was more like a buttercup almost than even a real one and I NEVER thought it would come to be mine, my very own and then Mother gave it to me for my birthday." "Oh, have you had a birthday?" said Perks; and he seemed quite surprised, as though a birthday were a thing only granted to a favoured few. "Yes," said Bobbie; "when's your birthday, Mr. Perks?"
"My dear chap, it doesn't matter a scrap. We three'll go as arranged and you must join us on our next jaunt. Kitty'll be here to look after Nan," he added, smiling good-naturedly. "She hates fishing it bores her stiff." After dinner Roger made an opportunity to broach the matter of the portrait to Nan. "When's Rooke going to finish that portrait of you?" he asked her.
At the end of the platform the line took a sharp curve to the left. Round that curve the tail end of the guard's van was just disappearing. 'Missed it, sir, said the solitary porter, who managed things at Rutton, cheerfully. He spoke as if he was congratulating Charteris on having done something remarkably clever. 'When's the next? panted Charteris.
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