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"Ye-s," the unsuspicious girl replied, though somewhat doubtfully, as she thought of the thousands of miles that would separate her from Wallace, if she accepted this invitation. "How long do you intend to be absent?" she concluded, turning to Mrs. Hawley. "Oh, I shall be gone a year, perhaps two, and should enjoy having you with me all the time; but Mr. Hawley and my sister, Mrs.
I don't believe she'll ever come for years and years," said Elizabeth recklessly. "Do you, Ann; now, really?" "Ye-s, I think she might soon be here now." Something in her big sister's voice made Elizabeth look up quickly. Dimples were showing in Annie's cheeks. Her eyes were radiant. "Oh, do you think so? Well, Horace promised to come anyway, but what makes you think she'll come soon?"
Gurney moved his chair over near her and asked: "Were you talking and thinking of Charles Dalton, and of his unfortunate drinking habits, also of his being nearly drowned, before you went to bed the night you dreamed that dream?" "Ye-s," said Aunt Debie, "I was." She made the admission very reluctantly; for she immediately saw the inference Mr. Gurney wished to draw.
"Why, the servants' rooms here are better than any portion of that house." "Ye-s, but it was very quiet and peaceful and home-like there, and everything was very neat and clean," said Violet, with another sigh. "Well, everything is neat and clean here also, isn't it?" demanded her sister, sharply, for cleanliness was one of her especial hobbies. "Of course; but where have you been, Belle?"
And good lads they were, too." "Were you actually going yonder to tell on them?" He didn't quite know how to take that; but he said, hesitatingly: "Ye-s." "Then I think you are a damned scoundrel!" It made him as glad as if I had called him an angel. "Say the good words again, brother! for surely ye mean that ye would not betray me an I failed of my duty." "Duty?
The Bishop laughed a low, soft sound, from which Meynell in the distance caught the infection of mirth. A few murmured words no doubt a scolding and then: "Are you good, Barbara?" "Ye-s," said the child, slowly "not very." "Good enough to say you're sorry to Nannie?" The child smiled into his face. "Go along then, and say it!" said the Bishop, "and mind you say it nicely."
He gesticulated continuously, sawing the air with his hands. "Ye-s Joe Ratowsky, he run and tell ze ze. He ees one fool. He ze monkee on ze stick. Mees-ter Ho-bart, he meek hims jump." The suggestion was enough. Joe was the tool of someone, and that someone was Superintendent Hobart; such was the idea the Italian meant to convey.
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