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Isham was awaiting him. The president was seated at his desk. In spite of the thermometer he gave no appearance of discomfort in his frock-coat. He had scant, sandy-grey whiskers, a tightly closed and smooth-shaven upper lip, a nose with-a decided ridge, and rather small but penetrating eyes in which the blue pigment had been used sparingly.
"Hey, Kate!" he once said in an Italian accent. "You go out with-a my boy Mark, and I'll take plenty good care a-you!" It was understood that Rama meant business when he donned his Godfather persona, and I subsequently enjoyed a several-month relationship with this young disciple.
Old-a Finlay-a go die-a ver' queek, an' he vant-a spik with-a you first." "Dying! Old Finlay dying?" questioned Ravenslee, rising. "Sure! He go die-a ver' queek." "I'll come!" "An' I guess," said Mrs. Trapes, "yes, I opine as I'll come along wi' ye, Mr. Geoffrey."
Isham was awaiting him. The president was seated at his desk. In spite of the thermometer he gave no appearance of discomfort in his frock-coat. He had scant, sandy-grey whiskers, a tightly closed and smooth-shaven upper lip, a nose with-a decided ridge, and rather small but penetrating eyes in which the blue pigment had been used sparingly.
"Baby," queried Sal, "you thinkin'-a leavin'?" "Gespacho," cried Atmananda, not waiting for my reply, "where have-a you been?" "With-a Guacamole!" shouted Sal. I was stunned. "How... how did they find out?" I thought. They danced about the room singing about Guacamole, a young maiden who blushed bright green. I did not know whether to laugh or to cry.
Geoffrey," she demanded, "why did they call you 'Guv'nor', and wherefore 'Sir'?" Ravenslee, in the act of lighting his pipe, had paused for a suitable answer, when Tony, who had remained mute in a corner, stepped forward and spoke: "Say, Geoff, I got-a bit-a more noos. Old-a Finlay-a want-a spik with-a you " "Old Finlay with me?" "Sure.
Isham was awaiting him. The president was seated at his desk. In spite of the thermometer he gave no appearance of discomfort in his frock-coat. He had scant, sandy-grey whiskers, a tightly closed and smooth-shaven upper lip, a nose with-a decided ridge, and rather small but penetrating eyes in which the blue pigment had been used sparingly.
"As for my cousin herself," he continued, as they went toward the door, "you will find her easy to get on with-a clever woman, and a good-looking one. Du reste it is not in that direction that your difficulties will lie. You will find it easy enough to get on with the women of the party, I fancy from what I have observed." And again he seemed to be amused.
Mechanically she invited him in, and, to her surprise, he entered. Mrs. Rothesay was sitting out of doors, in her garden chair. A beautiful picture she made, leaning back with-a mild sweetness, scarce a smile hovering on her lips.
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