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Yessir, we're goin' to be chums!" For a full minute the mouse and the man looked steadily at each other. Then the mouse moved deliberately to a crumb of bannock and began nibbling at its breakfast. For ten days there was only an occasional lull in the storm that came from out of the North. Before those ten days were half over, Jim and the mouse understood each other.
"Yessir; but can't you ring for me again?" In the gravity of the crisis, the remark tickled him; he laughed with a strange ring in his laughter. "All right; run away, you sly little puss." He smiled on as he poured out his tea; finding a relief in prolonging his sense of the humour of the suggestion, but his heart was heavy, and his brain a whirl. He did not ring again till he had finished tea.
Then for those whose poverty was extreme, or appetite unusually small, a little cup of tea could be supplied for one halfpenny and a good cup of tea too, not particularly strong, it is true, but with a fair average allowance of milk and sugar. "Waiter," cried Haco Barepoles in a voice that commanded instant attention. "Yessir." "Soup for two, steaks an' 'taties for ditto to foller." "Yessir."
"Clean that ear, sir! What the devil you standin' there for?" He returned to his story after a pause. "A n d Jake, he scraped away hyare!" he shouted suddenly, "don't ruggle the skin like that! Can't you see the way I do it? Leave it smooth as a baby, sir yessir!" He worked on in this way all day, talking unceasingly, never shirking a hard job, and scarcely showing fatigue at any moment.
"You mustn't mind what I said about the matches," he murmured. "When I am in a bad temper I say anything. Remember now for the future, will you?" "Yessir." Her face its blushes flickered over strangely by the candle-light seemed to look up at him invitingly. "That's a good girl." And bending down he kissed her on the lips. "Good night," he murmured.
Her lack of colour, her feverish actions, and the growing slightness of her figure, all gave me a pang, as I connected them with that scene on the balcony over the Park. The house was darkened, and a coach was in front of it. "Yessir," said the footman, "Miss Manners has been quite ill. She is now some better, and Dr. James is with her. Mrs. Manners begs company will excuse her." And Mr.
He stopped and leaned on his shovel. "Nice day," Charlie said, after a moment. "Yessir. Black flies ain't woke up yet." "Don't disturb them." "No. Jesus, no. I guess we got a couple of days yet." He tested the ground with the shovel and looked into the cemetery. "Margery Sewell," he said. "You know Margery?" "Since she was about so high." He gestured toward his knees.
She'll be here by the morning, and we ought to be at Niagara or eternal smash within eight and forty hours.... I want to look at that waterfall. You'd better come with me. Have you had your rations?" "Yessir." "Very well. Come." And musing profoundly, Kurt led the way across the rocks towards the distant waterfall.
When it was fully inflated, he watched the pressure gauge. It was steady. No leaks in suit or helmet. He let the pressure go down to normal. Koa's voice buzzed in his ears. "Hear me, sir?" Rip adjusted the volume of his communicator and replied, "I hear you. Am I clear?" "Yessir. All men dressed and ready." Rip made a final check. He counted his men, then personally inspected their suits.
"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?"
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