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Grey!" continued the Marchioness, "I really am afraid Julie is going to be very ill." "Let Miss Graves pull her tail and give her a little mustard seed: she will be better tomorrow." "Remember that, Miss Graves." "Oh! y-e-s, my Lady!" "Mrs. Felix," said the Marchioness, as that lady entered the room, "you are late to-day; I always reckon upon you as a supporter of an early breakfast at Desir."

"You meant immortality of the soul, didn't you?" "Y-e-s, I suppose I did," assented Peter John somewhat ruefully. "But old Splinter will understand," he added quickly. "Splinter will know I just left out a 't', and he won't count that against me." "No, a little thing like a 't' doesn't count for much, not any more than a decimal point.

The idea went confusedly through her brain that Charlie wanted to sleep with Will. "Y-e-s," she murmured, drowsily, and then the angel of sleep had her fully again under his control. Charlie stole down into Will's room, his clothes on his arm. "Now, dress quick as you can. Have you an overcoat?" "Yes, but it is up in Aunt Stanshy's closet." "We don't want to disturb her again.

"But," stammered Barnabas, "but, madam, I I beg you to consider my father " "Is a publican and probably a sinner, Barnabas. I may be a sinner too, perhaps y-e-s, I fear I am, occasionally. But then I am also a Duchess, and it is far wiser in a man to be the adopted son of a sinful Duchess than the selfish son of a sinful publican, yes indeed." "But I, madam, what can I say?

"Wait till every smitch of it's burned up an' then come back." "Yes, marm." But again Melvina loitered. "I tell you the thing is mine to do with as I please," declared Ellen angrily. "Yes, marm." "Ain't you going?" "Y-e-s." As she heard the nurse's reluctant step on the stairs, an evil light came into the old woman's face. "I'll fix that!" she whispered aloud.

There ain't any provincial 'Don't-you-dare-speak-to-me this-is-the-first-time-I-ever-was-on-a-train air about you! I'll bet you've traveled a lot all round the world froze your eyes on icebergs and scorched 'em some on tropics." "Y-e-s," laughed the Youngish Girl. "And I'll bet you've met the Governor-General at least once in your life." "Yes," said the Girl, still laughing.

"Yes," she answered, and then speaking decidedly, added, "and I like 'poor devils, as you call them: they are not so dreadfully conceited as some men are." "I tell you what," I said just for the purpose of getting her opinion of myself, you know "I am a clever fellow: I hope you like me." She glanced round I suppose to see if I was in earnest then turning away said, "Y-e-s, pretty well."

"Y-e-s," answered the singer lady slowly, "but I'm afraid I'm not able now to interest anybody, and my voice, when I speak I I Will it be soon?" Her question had a trace of positive anxiety in it and her joy was most evidently forced. "Oh, not till June rose time! And your voice now sounds like a angel's with a bad cold. I'll tell Tom about it, he'll be so pleased.

"Y-e-s n-o not exactly; I don't know," he said dubiously; then, in an absent way, "it was that letter set me to think of him all day, I suppose." "Why, pa, I declare," cried Netty, starting up, "if I didn't forget all about it, and I came down expressly to give it to you! Where is it? Oh! here it is." She drew from her pocket an old letter, faded to a pale yellow, and gave it to him.

Rathburn saw Lamy put a hand to his face and make a grimace. "Listen, Frankie, did you see anybody around here this morning?" asked the sheriff. "Who who you looking for?" asked the boy. Rathburn started; his body suddenly tensed. "I'm looking for an outlaw they call The Coyote," returned the sheriff. "Ever hear of him?" "Y-e-s. Ed brought home a notice about a reward for him."