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"Nowhere," says Millie. "We're tryin' to break in." "Oh!" says I. "Candidates for amateur night?" "Not much!" says Millie. "We're as good as any. Maurice ain't got a thing on us, honest; nor that Ripple combination, either. Why, we got steps of our own that the rest haven't thought of!" "Ye-e-es?" says I. "Oh, I know," says she, shruggin' her shoulders.
"Ye-e-es." Carroll resumed his inspection of the body, examining every detail of figure and raiment; and while he worked he talked. "You know something about this chap?" "More or less. He's prominent socially; belongs to clubs, and all that sort of thing. Has money real money. Bachelor lives alone. Has a valet, and all that kind of rot. Owns his car. Golfer tennis-player huntsman.
"Ye-e-es," said Fouche, "but it's one of those double back-action remarks that do more harm than good." "Well," said Bonaparte, desperately, "let the boy say what he pleases; he's my son, and he has that right. The thing for us to decide is, what shall we do now?" "There are three things left," said Fouche. "And they?" asked the Emperor. "Write Trilby, abdicate, or commit suicide.
Why, only last week I actually offered to deliver a fifty-thousand-dollar franchise on a ten per cent. commission basis, provided I was given a beggarly two hundred advance for expenses and had it turned down!" "Ye-e-es," says I. "The way some of them Wall Street plutes shrink from bein' made richer is painful, ain't it? But I don't see where I fit in." Mr.
And if Mr. Robert hadn't been actin' so much like a poor prune he'd have quit that line right there. But on he blunders. "You see," says he, "I've asked Torchy to explain for me." "Ye-e-es?" says she, bitin' her upper lip thoughtful and glancin' from one to the other of us. "Then then you needn't have bothered to come yourself, need you?" Say, that was something to lean against, wa'n't it?
"Ye-e-es," repeated Jackson. His clear blue eyes looked about, contemptuous, amused and hard, like the eyes of a boy.
Charley went home and told the "governor," and the "maternal," and "Trixy" of his adventure, and the girl who had saved his life. Miss Beatrix listened in a glow of admiration. "Is she pretty, Charley?" she asked, of course, the first inevitable female question. "Pretty?" Charley responded, meditatively, as though the idea struck him for the first time. "Well, ye-e-es.
Then here the other mornin' I gets a long distance call. It's from Steele. "Eh?" says I. "Where the blazes are you?" "Tullington," says he. "Oh!" says I. "Still there, are you? Found Pedders?" "Ye-e-es," says he; "but I am completely at a loss to know what to do for him. I say, McCabe, couldn't you run up here? It's a curious situation, and I well, I need your advice badly.
'And yet, do you know, I don't think, with a very nice and neat emphasis on those two words: 'I DON'T THINK I would state it emphatically. State it? Ye-e-es! But emphatically? No-o-o. I THINK not. In point of fact, Mr. Crisparkle, keeping our hearts warm and our heads cool, we clergy need do nothing emphatically.
Plescott," continued the interlocutor, "I heard something said about you this morning that I didn't in the least like." "Ye-e-es, sah?" inquired the minstrel plebe falteringly. "I consider it, Mr. Plescott, a most insulting thing that I heard said about you." "Ye-e-es, sah?" faltered the performer, his knees shaking and his eyes rolling in apprehension. "Mr.
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