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You are my guest aboard here, and damned welcome to you. At the same time, if I ware telling anybody as to what kind of a fellow you was, I should say, yessir, after thinking the matter over carefully, and taking all points into consideration, I might say that I thought ye an all-around white-livered, cowardly cuss, an' that's a fact." The English mate turned red.

But the school would be closed for the Christmas holidays, the children dispersed to their homes and happy. Limen amabile Matris et oscula . . . He had ordered claret a bottle of Lafitte, the best the house could produce and the waiter, impressed a little by the choice, now appeared noiselessly, almost deferentially, at his elbow, and poured out a first glassful of the wine. 'Waiter! 'Yessir!

Yessir, we'll make it just like a reg'lar circus-cage, and our good ole cat can look out from between the bars and growl. It'll come in pretty handy if we ever decide to have another show. Anyways, we'll have her in there, good and tight, where we can watch she don't get away. I got a mighty good reason to keep this cat, Sam. You'll see."

"Yessir," Santos replied. "Thank you for the promotion. I hope I live to collect the extra rating." "Same here," Rip agreed fervently. His eyes were on his chronometer, and with his free hand he took another air bottle. When the chronometer registered exactly one minute before blast time, he called, "Now!" He triggered the bottle and moved from shadow into glaring sunlight.

But I'll never do it again, strike me sky-blue scarlet!" "In so far as that differed from your present colouring, I believe," said I, "it would be an improvement." "Never again, Mr. Anne." "Certainly not, Rowley. Even to good men this may happen once: beyond that, carelessness shades off into depravity." "Yessir." "You gave a good deal of trouble last night. I have yet to meet Mrs. McRankine."

Despite its prettiness, her face was dulness incarnate. "Anyhow, remember to take in the piano if I'm out," he said tartly. "I suppose you've seen a piano you'll know it from a kangaroo?" "Yessir," breathed Mary Ann. "Oh, come, that's something. There is some civilisation in Baker's Terrace after all. But are you quite sure?" he went on, the teasing instinct getting the better of him.

He saw her eyes were welling over with tears. "You were crying again last night," he said sharply. "Yessir." "But what did you have to cry about now? Aren't you the luckiest girl in the world?" "Yessir." As she spoke a flood of sunlight poured suddenly into the room; the sun had broken through the clouds, the worn dollar had become a dazzling gold-piece. The canary stirred in its cage.

A keen, cold look shot from under his straight brows. "Well?" he asked. "Will you step into the library, sir? Sir William will see you there." Falby tried to avoid his look, but his eyes were compelled, and Gaston said: "Falby, you will always hate to enter this room." Falby was agitated. "I hope not, sir." "But you will, Falby, unless " "Yessir?"

Just put me out of your mind, dear. Let all that happened at Baker's Terrace be only a bad dream a very bad dream, I am afraid I must call it. Forget me, Mary Ann. Everything will help you to forget me, thank Heaven, it'll be the best thing for you. Promise me now." "Yessir ... if you will promise me." "Promise you what?" "To do me a favour." "Certainly, dear, if I can." "You have the money, Mr.

Lancelot, take me, take me! You do love me! You do love me!" He bit his lip. "I am a fool," he said roughly. "Forget me. I ought not to have said anything. I spoke only of what might be in the dim future if the chances and changes of life bring us together again as they never do. No! You were right, Mary Ann. It is best we should not meet again. Remember your resolution last night." "Yessir."