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It's too long. You don't get over it!" "He got over it," remarked the Senior Surgeon laconically. "Y-e-s," admitted the White Linen Nurse. "But I tell you it doesn't seem decent. Not after being engaged twenty years!" With a little helpless gesture of appeal she threw out her hands. "Oh, can't I make you understand, sir?" "Why, of course, I understand," said the Senior Surgeon briskly.
Kidnapper, I guess we will run you in. Pa was mad and tried to jerk away, and the cop choked him, and another cop came along and helped, and the passengers crowded around and wanted to lynch Pa, and Pa wanted to know what they meant, and they asked him where he stole the kid, and he said I was his kid, and asked me if I wasn't, and I looked scarred, as though I was afraid to say no, and I said 'Y-e-s S-e-r, I guess so. Then the police said the poor boy was scart, and they would take us both to the station, and they made Pa walk spry, and when he held back they jerked him along.
I ain't any more baby than you are." And Joe snuffled a little. "Well, we'll let the cry-baby go home to his mother, won't we, Huck? Poor thing does it want to see its mother? And so it shall. You like it here, don't you, Huck? We'll stay, won't we?" Huck said, "Y-e-s" without any heart in it. "I'll never speak to you again as long as I live," said Joe, rising. "There now!"
"Y-e-s," she responded, her head bent doubtingly to one side, as she glanced down at the ring. "You don't feel superstitious about it, do you?" he asked. "N-o-o." "Then we'll keep it, won't we?" "Y-e-s." He drew the girl toward him and she turned her face upward. He would have kissed her had he not been startled by a call from the opposite side of the river. "Here, here, stop that.
"I have read of the Art Institute here. You know where that is, I presume." "Y-e-s low building over on the lake front. But I've never had time to go into it. Well, suppose we get back to the office." I raced with him, but he beat me by a neck, being more accustomed to the track; and he shouted "Up!" as he darted under the marble arch.
"Y-e-s, a little He was the dearest old man in the world and did his best to please me; and then he was never very well. But why talk about him, dear?" "And you never gave him anything in return for all his devotion?" Jane continued in the same cross-examining voice and with the same incisive tone. "Yes, my companionship whenever I could.
"Has he got paralysis of the right hand?" "Worse than that," Kelton answered seriously. "He's on the verge of nervous prostration." "But can't you sign a check?" "Y-e-s; but Mr. Morrow generally attends to all financial details." "Well, we'll excuse him from attending to this detail," Matt replied.
Aha, a creative artist! “Y-e-s,” said Daniel, “if you wish to put it that way: a creative artist.” They hopped into the corner like so many sparrows, and went into serious conference. Fräulein Saloma, as chairman, wanted to know whether a monthly rent of twelve marks would be too much. No, replied Daniel, that would not be excessive.
"Barty?" repeated the Duchess, raising her brows. "Mm! I like Beverley much better." "Beverley was my mother's name. She was Joan Beverley." "Joan? Joan Beverley? Why y-e-s, I think I remember her, and the talk there was. Joan? Ah yes, to be sure, very handsome, and disappeared. No one knew why, but now, I begin to understand. You would suggest "
As a matter of fact, she had in her heart a healthy little touch of womanly cowardice on small occasions. After a long, delicious pause, Max said: "Have I your promise, Fräulein?" "Y-e-s," she answered hesitatingly, "I will be your wife if if I can, and if you will take me when you learn who I am.
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