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"Then why're you goin' to run away," asked the boy wonderingly. "That's my business. Something you can't understand, nohow. Now, I want you to slip around there and git my overcoat and things and bring 'em out to me, without nobody seein' you. Do it at once." While Sammy was gone for the things Shorty laboriously wrote out a note to Si upon a sheet of brown paper.
"Why're you so quiet, Bob?" asked his grandmother at dinner that day. "One would think it was you that was getting married instead of your Uncle Joe, sitting there as solemn as an owl and not saying anything. Has the cat run away with your tongue so soon?" "Why, no," said Bob. "I was just thinking."
"Then why're you afraid for him to see me?" she demanded. Molly got to her feet. She saw her flimsily constructed love world shattered by the girl before her. She knew Theodore still loved her, and that if he knew all her own wickedness, his devotion would increase a hundredfold. He must not see Jinnie! Jinnie must not see him!
"My pleasure," Dave replied, wanting to be polite though he wasn't quite sure which statement he was responding to. Then curiosity took over. "How did you know me? And why're you here now instead of tomorrow?" "Two questions, one answer." Chiun frowned. "One of the rebels reported the torture and rescue to us, through the local IntelDiv office.
Hanlon yelled, making his face show excitement, and that curious avarice he had so carefully built up in these suspicious men's minds. "That'll make me six thou in four months. I'll be rich yet!" "You and your urge for money," Philander laughed, yet there was a curious undertone of almost-contempt in his voice. "Why're you so hipped on that subject?"
Sally came with the scarf and veil, and then she backed away to the stone, and sat there. The sight of blood had made her a little pale and weak. Miss Sampson's hands trembled and her tears still fell, but neither interfered with her tender and skillful dressing of that bullet wound. Steele certainly said a lot of crazy things. "But why'd you come why're you so good when you don't love me?"
Presently, after a particularly atrocious shot, Stillwell strode in distress here and there, and finally stopped a dozen paces or more in front of the teeing-ground. Ed, who for a cowboy was somewhat phlegmatic, calmly made ready for another attempt. "Fore!" he called. Stillwell stared. "Fore!" yelled Ed. "Why're you hollerin' that way at me?" demanded Bill.
'No, Harry, she answered, 'that is all past. I sent for you to tell you that we must forget. 'Forget! he cried, springing forward and seizing her hand, 'how can I forget? Can a man forget that he loves? 'You will forget. It is better, and you will live to be glad that you did. 'Never, never! Chris, what do you mean? Why're you talking to me of forgetting why, why?
He was well into the thirties and his life's goal was still tantalizingly far before him, and he living on borrowed time. He said, "Why're you ... exception? How come you get right into the middle of it, like that time on the Panhandle Reservation. You coulda copped one there." Soligen chuckled abruptly, and as though in self-deprecation. "I did cop one there. Hospitalized three months.
Barry Watson said easily, "A drink wouldn't hurt. Why're we so stiff? This is the first get-together for ten years. Jerry, you're putting on weight." Kennedy looked down at his admittedly rounded stomach. "Don't get enough exercise," he said, then reversed the attack. "You look older. Are your taking your rejuvenation treatments?" Barry Watson grimaced. "Sure, but I'm working under pressure.
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