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"Y-e-s, sir," she repeated softly. With a slightly sardonic grin on his face the Senior Surgeon resumed his pacing. Up and down, round and round, on and on and on! At one o'clock in the dull, clammy chill of earliest morning he stopped long enough to light his hearthfire. At two o'clock he stopped again to pile on a trifle more wood. At three o'clock he dallied for an instant to close a window.
"Say," he said, "if I promise, honest-Injun, to go 'way off to the other end of the station, couldn't you just lift your muff up high, once, if everything comes out the way you want it?" "Y-e-s," whispered the Youngish Girl almost inaudibly.
"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.
Boston's the home office. Ever been in Halifax?" he quizzed a trifle proudly. "Do an awful big business in Halifax! Happen to know the Emporium store? The London, Liverpool, and Halifax Emporium?" The Youngish Girl bit her lip for a second before she answered. Then, very quietly, "Y-e-s," she said, "I know the Emporium slightly. That is I own the block that the Emporium is in."
"What the dickens was that?" demanded Dick, sitting up and instinctively groping for his rifle. "Give it up," returned Earle. "No, I don't though," he quickly added. "I guess it's that thing I shot at and wounded during the mid-day halt, or another of the same species." "Y-e-s, very possibly," agreed Dick. "Look at King Cole. What is the matter with him now, I wonder?"
"Another thing a sailor learns is not to call his skipper 'Cap. A fo'mast hand always says 'Aye, aye, sir, when his off'cer speaks to him. Understand that?" "Y-e-s. Oh, Lord!" "Ye I mean aye, aye." "Aye, aye, WHAT?" "Aye, aye, SIR! OH, dear me!" "That's better. Now pick up them lines." Well, 'twas a dreadful forenoon for Josiah; one not to be forgotten.
Hereupon the lips, as yet unseen, vented a deep sigh, and, thereafter, uttered these words: "The same, and yet, curse me, the nose! y-e-s, the nose seems, on closer inspection, a trifle too aquiline, perhaps; and the chin y-e-s, decidedly a thought too long! And yet !" Here another sigh, and the face rising into full view, Barnabas recognized the bewhiskered gentleman he had noticed in the yard.
"Well, I propose going thereto join them; and I must take a wife with me: for no man is welcome who comes there without one." "Y-e-s," drawled the squatter, with a bitter smile, "an' from what I've heern, I reckon he'd be more welkum if he fetched half-a-dozen." "Nonsense, Hickman Holt. I wonder a man of your sense would listen to such lies.
If it is against you, accept it with the best grace you can command. Do not be the fool to think her lips will veto her heart. If, on the contrary, there comes the glad day when over the throbbing unseen wire there comes a telepagram sounding the letters "Y-E-S," proceed with the sweet formality of a verbal avowal of your love, and you will not be disappointed.
"Have you ever had the thresh?" Well, I didn't know what was meant by the thresh. I knew that I had been "thrashed" a great many times, and inferred from that fact that I must have had the disease at some time or other in my youth, so I answered, "Yes, sir." "Have you ever had the itch?" "What kind?" said I. "The old fashioned seven year kind? Y-e-s, sir, I have had it."
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