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He broke off in triumph and nodded to Wally's flickering eyelids, that danced rapidly in the long and short of the Morse code. "Y-e-s. In "Signalese" similar-sounding letters are given names to avoid confusion. "Yes," he said. "If you'll get a bit of paper, Sister, you can write down the message while I spells it off. That's what you want, ain't it, chum?"
Saying this, she was about to turn away, when Charlie's eyes opened. "That you you, aunty?" "Yes; why?" "I thought it was a dream. I had a dream, and thought we gave the down-townies an awful scare." "You did? Was that what you were smiling at? I mean just now." "I guess so. And then I believe we were going to give three cheers." "Well, do you feel like getting up?" "Y-e-s."
"It looks much better there!" I turned round. "You are so beautiful to me," I said. "Y-e-s," she said, with her slow Colonial drawl; "I'm so glad." We stood looking at each other. Then they came in and swept us away to dance. All the evening we did not come near to each other. Only once, as she passed, she smiled at me. The next morning I left the town. I never saw her again.
"Perfectly if you are. If not, I don't mind exchanging." "Oh, no. I'm satisfied." Both reclined upon the deck once more with a sigh of relief, and a long silence followed. "I say," began Charlie, after a time, "it is a comfort to have these little matters arranged without any trouble, eh?" "Y-e-s." "Do you know, I think I'll marry mine?" "I will, if you will." "Done! It is a bargain."
"Yes, Fräulein," I responded. "He goes with us. Do you live in Peronne?" "Y-e-s," she replied hesitatingly. "Where is your home and your friend's?" "Yolanda!" again came in tones of mild remonstrance from Fräulein Antoinette. The dimples again ignored the warning and waited for my answer. "We have no home at present save the broad earth, Fräulein," I responded.
That was the climax of all to Jesus. Do you say it was for a short time only? In minutes y-e-s. As though experiences were ever told by the clock! What bulky measurements of time we have! Will we never get away from the clocks in telling time? No clock ever can tick out the length to Jesus of that time the Father's face was hidden.
This seemed to be perfectly satisfactory to the little man, and turning to the crowd he said: "We may as well let this fellow go on, for he seems to be all right." These words rejoiced me, but my joy was premature. A dark-complexioned man, who sat on his horse, with his hat drawn down over his brows, raised his eyes slowly, and drawled out: "Well, y-e-s!
"But mind it not I mend apace a little clue doth often serve to bring me back again the things and names which had escaped me. "'Tis matter of small weight, my liege, yet will I touch upon it, an' it please your Grace. Two days gone by, when your Majesty faulted thrice in your Greek in the morning lessons, dost remember it?" "Y-e-s methinks I do.
Ask him if he knows any way to secure a few cows and yearlings with which to stock it. In the mean time, think it over yourself. Will you do that?" "Y-e-s, I I will," admitted Joel, as if trapped into the promise. "Of course you will. And ask him as if life and death depended on securing the cattle. Forrest has been a trail foreman and knows all the drovers and their men.
"Think of him jumping up from a sound sleep and throwing himself into the thick of the fray, without one second's hesitation." "Y-e-s," she agreed, but there was no enthusiasm in her tone. Then she turned warmly upon me. "I 'm thinking, though, that you 've been gifted with mighty little sense, Knowles Swift, to have acted so recklessly.
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