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Old Dock still discoursed whimperingly upon the subject of his ruined coat and the meanness of mankind, and there was no weaning his interest for a moment, try as Weary would. And fifteen miles away in a picturesque creek-bottom a man lay dying in great pain for want of one little part of the wisdom stored uselessly away in the brain of this drunken, doddering old man.
And then she repeated whimperingly, like a child over a broken toy, "I want you to get my promise back." "Listen to me, Terry dearest," he spoke coaxingly, "don't be a baby. What is it that you're asking me to do? Is it to see him for you and to break the news that you've altered your mind over night. You know he'll want reasons. What shall I tell ?"
He has reduced my fortune one half, it is true; but I verily think he has made the three hearts, in which he my real treasures, twice as large as they were before. Pisistratus, my boy, ring the bell." "My dear Kitty," cried Jack, whimperingly, and stealing up to my mother, "don't be so hard on me; I thought to make all your fortunes, I did indeed." Here the servant entered. "See that Mr.
She is rustling and bustling to us of 'Carinthia Jane's run up to London to see Sarah Winch's grand new shop, an eclipse of all existing grand London western shops; and of Rose Mackrell's account of her dance of proud delight in the shop, ending with a 'lovely cheese' just as my lord enters; and then a scene, wild beyond any conceivable 'for pathos and humour' her pet pair of the dissimilar twins, both banging at us for tear-drops by different roads, through a common aperture: and the earl has the Whitechapel baby boy plumped into his arms; and the countess fetches him a splendid bob-dip and rises out of a second cheese to twirl and fandango it; and, all serious on a sudden, request, whimperingly beseech, his thanks to her for the crowing successor she has presented him with: my lord ultimately, but carefully, depositing the infant on a basket of the last oranges of the season, fresh from the Azores, by delivery off my lord's own schooner-yacht in Southampton water; and escaping, leaving his gold-headed stick behind him a trophy for the countess? a weapon, it may be.
His heart swelled in his chest with rage and disappointment when he thought of those baby bear cubs that were not anywhere at all because the man was just lying all the time. In spite of himself the Kid cried whimperingly to himself while he rode slowly up the gorge which Silver had chosen to follow because the reins were drooping low alongside his neck and he might go where he pleased.
The burned ground must cool before we can walk on it. I would not even take my horse out on it again." He lifted a foot of the black Spaniard, whose muzzle quivered whimperingly. "All right, old boy!" he said, and stroked the head thrust down to him. "It might have been worse." His voice was so gentle that Molly Wingate felt a vague sort of jealousy.
The bed was moved toward the center of the room and in the farthest corner a board of the floor had been partially removed. "What are you doing?" Hannah asked, advancing quickly to her father. "Oh, Hannah," the old man said, whimperingly; "I did so want to be sure that it was there. I dreamed it was gone, that it had never been there, and it was so real I wanted to see.
The means and appliances, and opportunities for pursuing historical researches open to those whose youth is not all behind them, are such as we, their seniors, never dreamt of when we were in our early manhood. There are whole worlds as yet unexplored and waiting to be won. Do men whimperingly complain that there is no longer a career for genius? Tush! It is enthusiasm that is wanted.
"There are so many Grandissimes," said the weary-eyed Frowenfeld, "I cannot distinguish between I can scarcely count them." "Well, now," said the doctor, "let me tell you, don't try. They can't do it themselves. Take them in the mass as you would shrimps." The little doctor tipped his chair back against the wall, drew up his knees, and laughed whimperingly in his freckled hands.
Her mother wanted her to go over her last reading-lesson with her, and the child would not do so, pleading a desire to call on Beckie "Stay where you are and open your reader," Dora commanded Lucy obeyed, whimperingly. "Read!" "I want to go to Beckie." "Read, I say." And she slapped her hand "Don't," I remonstrated. "Let the poor child go enjoy herself." But it only spoiled matters
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