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"The Emperor Rudolph ought to issue an edict against such injustice!" wrathfully exclaimed the other and taller youth, the handsome son of a master of the craft from Weissenburg on the Sand, who expected soon to take his father's place.
"The Commander-in-Chief cast an abstracted and surly glance at him, bellowing wrathfully: 'Well, what hast thou to say?.... Egór stood like a statue and showed his teeth! If looked at in profile, it was exactly as though the man were laughing.
Duff turned up bar nose, and turned it wrathfully on the girl who had spoken. "If they call husbands their paradise, keep me away from 'em, say I. You girls be like young bears all your troubles have got to come.
Lord Garvington made no reply, as breakfast, in his opinion, was much too serious a business to be interrupted. He reached for the marmalade, and requested that a bowl of Devonshire cream should be passed along. His wife, who was lean and anxious-looking even for an August hostess, looked at him wrathfully.
"Would you like to go out to tea-drinkings, and all that?" "No, indeed; and I don't suppose I'd be received," she added sadly. "So much the worse for them, then, blast 'em!" said Holcroft wrathfully. "Oh no! I don't feel that way and you shouldn't. When they can, people ought to be sociable and kind."
Slowly, that all might see her, Kitty sailed down, with Horace, the debonair, in her wake, and was just thinking to herself, "Those girls won't get over this very soon, I fancy," when all in one moment she heard Fletcher exclaim, wrathfully, "Hang the flounces!" she saw a very glossy black hat come skipping down the steps, felt a violent twitch backward, and, to save herself from a fall, sat down on the lower step with most undignified haste.
"Well, if you only knew how I have been tried and molested and laughed at," Annie began wrathfully, saying the last words as if to be laughed at was equivalent to being burnt alive. Then she stopped short and turned again upon Rose. "What have you been doing? tell me this instant, Rose."
"I would give my last quartet for a decent razor!" he exclaimed wrathfully. Bland ran out and brought back a razor, and it seemed to be a good one, for history, which never lies, says he got the quartet. In 1790 Salomon made another attempt, this time in person, and was repulsed.
"It's just as I thought, you are tagging after some new petticoat again. And," he continued wrathfully, "if this is what you've kept me away from Julian's for, if it's to fill me up with the perfections of some little idiot " "Not idiot," remonstrated Clifford gently. "See here," cried Elliott, "have you the nerve to try to tell me that you are in love again?" "Again?"
Dauntless sprang forward with equal alacrity, and wrong was right a moment later. "Joe dear," whispered Eleanor, "I've been nearly crazy. What happened?" He was vainly trying to clasp her hand. "Nell, he's on to us. I wish I knew just why Miss Courtenay is here. Lord, I'll never forget that ride." "It was just like you to take advantage of his engine." "His engine!" exploded Joe, wrathfully.
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