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Why'd they be called that if they didn't give milk? There's only the two kinds as far as I know the tame and wild, and the wild ones " The light of pure intellectual joy dawned upon the puzzled old face. "Of course. Don't I remember the white sticky juice inside the wild ones? That's it! Wait till I tell Matilda!"
Cochrane sat down not hard, because it was impossible to sit down hard on the moon. But he sat down as hard as it was possible to sit. "Why'd he do that?" "He found out you had hold of the old Mars colony ship. He understands you're going to take a trip out to the stars. He wants to go along. He's very much like a little boy. He hates it here."
All the men around the table made comments, and the last, from Blue, was the one that struck Jean forcibly. "Shore thet was a strange an' a hell of a way to kill Greaves. Why'd you do thet, Jean?" "I told you. I wanted to avoid noise an' I hoped to get more of them." Blue nodded his lean, eagle-like head and sat thoughtfully, as if not convinced of anything save Jean's prowess.
Why'd we take him along with you hanging on in a faint if he were dead? When the snetha-knife kills, it kills completely. They stay dead, or they don't die. Sagittarian?" She nodded, and the big man seemed to be doing some calculations in his head. "Yeah," he decided. "It would be. There was one second there around midnight when all the signs were at their absolute maximum favorableness.
Why'd I buy them Jersey cows, and that bit o' mountain park, if 'twasn't because I knowed Jerusha was the best butter-maker in town, and butter meant money, and money meant an easy time for you by and by? Standin' close!" The man's voice broke. The little girl had ceased crying and was standing with wide, strained eyes fastened on her father. What did it all mean?
That he was out of breath, panting in hard painful gasps, might indicate that he had run like a hare across the field. He could not remember; anyhow here he was, a little out of hell, just fringing it as it were. Lying close to earth, between the smooth pawpaw stems, the large leaves making a night-time for him, Steve felt deadly sick. "O Gawd! why'd I volunteer in, seein' I can't volunteer out?"
Her tone had become one of reminiscent amusement, which culminated in a burst of laughter. "Whee!" she concluded. "After las' night, I reckon thishere Mista Dills better keep away from the place yes'm!" Florence looked thoughtful, and for the time said nothing. It was Herbert who asked: "Why'd Noble Dill better stay away from here?" "You' grampaw," Mrs. Silver said, shaking her head.
"Out north on the Red Range prairie to buy a couple of quarters," I replied carelessly and ran up the courthouse steps. "Well, well, well," Cam Gentry roared as he ambled up to the buggy. Cam's voice was loud in proportion as his range of vision was short. "You two gettin' ready to elope? An' he's goin' to git his dad to back him up gettin' a farm. Now, Marjie, why'd you run off?
But as his comment didn't reach the father's ears he went on placidly. "Wal, the rain poured down," he said, "so they was nigh drownded " "Why'd the rain tum?" suddenly inquired Jamie with interest. "Ah!" murmured Scipio. Then he added brightly, "Because he picked the fruit." "Y'see," explained Vada, with sisterly patronage, "he didn't orter picked the apple." Jamie nodded without understanding.
He forced himself up again; Sheila propped the flimsy pillow behind him, then went into her room to come back with a plastic cup filled with brown liquid that passed for coffee here. It was loaded with caffeine, at least. "Why'd you come back?" he asked suddenly. "You were anxious enough to pick the lock and get out." "I didn't pick it you forgot to lock it."
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