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"Is the dog out there?" asked Mr. Kirby. "Yes, sir, under the buggy." "Bob Kelley, you go out an' bring that dog into court."
"It's an awful funny play anyhow, the billboard pictures are." "Are we all going?" asked Freddie. "Yes," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "We are all going." Much excited over the joys before them, for in Lakeport there was only one theatre, and plays did not show there often, the Bobbsey twins made ready to go to the matinée.
Frank stood looking after Mis' Molly as she picked her way across the street, until he was recalled to his duty by a sharp word from his father. "'Ten' ter yo' wuk, boy, 'ten' ter yo' wuk. You 're wastin' yo' time wastin' yo' time!" Yes, he was wasting his time. The beautiful young girl across the street could never be anything to him.
The janitor eyed young Jenkins with pained dignity. "Didn't I say the Rooshin captain was a small, a very small man? Rooshins is small, likewise Greeks." A noble enthusiasm beamed in the faces of the youthful heroes. "Was Barlow as large as me?" asked C. F. Hall Golightly, lifting his curls from his Jove-like brow. "Yes; but then he hed hed, so to speak, experiences.
So I carpeted the room with them, and I laid out streets and squares, and had the pamphlets for walls and houses. Aunt Faith, I never see a waste-paper basket now, without feeling as if there must be a letter for me in it." "Was there really a baby sister, dear?" "Yes, oh, yes! she died with Mamma, only a few days after her birth, little Penelope!
"And there are the horses." Elsie Haggard shared her mother's concern for Boy Woodburn's soul. "And Someone Else," she said. "Yes," replied the girl simply, almost brutally. "There's the Lord." Elsie Haggard looked at her sharply, suspecting her of flippancy. Nothing clearly was further from the girl's mind. Her face was unusually soft, almost dreamy.
Again there was a pause. I was steadfastly silent. "Don't keep me in suspense," she muttered. "He told you?" "Yes!" I answered, "he told me certain things." She drew a long breath of relief. I could see that she was trembling all over. She sank into a chair. "I felt that he would," she declared. "I knew that he could not carry his secret to the grave. Is the door locked?" "Yes!" I answered.
Taking the man as we knew him it is out of all reason." "Yes," Gifford assented. "But we don't know yet that it is a case of suicide." "What else?" Kelson returned. "How otherwise could the door have been locked. Unless " He glanced sharply at the deep recess, or inner chamber, formed by the bartizan, hesitated a moment, and then going quickly to it, looked in.
'It's a custom we have in this country, continued Jack, looking, as he thought, at Sponge, but, in reality, squinting most frightfully at the sideboard. 'Do you mean he wants to buy him? asked Sponge. 'Yes, replied Jack confidently. 'No, I don't, whispered Pacey, giving Jack a kick under the table. Pacey had not yet drunk sufficient wine to be rash.
"O yes, I know such secrets develope themselves in a thousand forms, and if there is anything of that nature in her breast it will transpire in due time." "It was not long before the young man's prediction came near proving true, and thus it happened.
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