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He stood still and listened intently. To put matters beyond all doubt, the shrill laugh of a girl was plainly audible. The captain's face hardened, and, crossing to the fireplace, he rang the bell. "Yessir," said Joseph, as he appeared and closed the door carefully behind him. "What are you talking to yourself in that absurd manner for?" inquired the captain with great dignity.

In the shadow the object stirred restlessly. "Yessir," Griggs then said, uncertainly. "It's it's a man, sir." "Is it?" asked Laurie with interest, and still in loud, clear tones. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. But whatever it is, step on it!" He entered the elevator after this crisp instruction, and was wafted up to his rooms.

"Ye see, I love you so and try ter make ye happy, an' ef there wuz ter come er time that there wuz plenty o' work an' real money in it, I'd stick to it jist ter please you, an' be a lost an' ruined soul! Yessir, they'd carve on my headstone jest one line: "BORN A MAN AND DIED A JACKLEG CARPENTER. "Wouldn't that be awful?"

"How dull and uninteresting the coast-lines are here! No gardens, no palms, nothing of beauty." "You must remember the immensity of this coast and that our summers are really less than three months. Here comes one who can tell us about the yacht," cried Fitzgerald, espying the peg-legged sailor. "I say!" he hailed, as the old sailor drew nigh; "you are on the Laura, are you not?" "Yessir.

"What can I have the pleasure?" he says, bowing forward at me, and with his eye on my chin and so waits. Now I hate incomplete sentences, and confound his pleasure! I don't go into a shop to give a shopman pleasure. But your ordinary shopman must needs pretend you delight and amuse him. I say, trying to display my dislike as plainly as possible, "Gloves." "Gloves, yessir," he says. Why should he?

"I am wet," admitted Sam. "Yessir, you're wet! Wet's the word all right. Good and wet, that's what you are!" "It's the water," said Sam. His brain was still clouded; he wished he could remember what that appointment was. "That's what has made me wet." "It's sure made you wet all right," agreed the girl. She looked at him interestedly. "Wotcha do it for?" she asked. "Do it for?"

Lancelot!" cried Mary Ann, bursting into tears at last, "why do you talk like that? You know I shall never marry anybody else." "Hush, hush! Mary Ann! I thought you were going to be a good girl and never cry again. Dry your eyes now, will you?" "Yessir." "Here, take my handkerchief." "Yessir. . . but I won't marry anybody else." "You make me smile, Mary Ann.

"Yessir?" "I need a spack. Full gear including bubble." "Yessir." The spaceman looked him over with a practiced eye. "One full space pack. That would be medium-large, right, sir?" "Correct." Rip took the counter stylus and inscribed his name, serial number, and signature on the blank plastic sheet. Gears whirred as the data was recorded.

"But we're not going to get down any other way. We managed to take off without jets; we'll manage to land without them." "Yessir," said Multhaus, "but we took off with the grain of Earth's magnetic field. We're landing across the grain." "Sure," said Mike. "So what? If we overlook the motors, that's okay.

"Yessir," said Dollops, not knowing what else to say, for Cleek was keeping up a sort of running monologue of his ideas of the case. "Don't think much uv this 'ere passage, anyway, do you?" "No narrower than the rest. But it may end just where we want to go. 'Journeys end in lovers' meetings' the poet sings, but not this kind of a journey no, not exactly.

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