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"The preaching friars of to-day," Mark thought gloomily. "Excuse me," said one of the gospellers. "I notice you've been looking very hard at our van. Excuse me, but are you saved?" "No, are you?" Mark countered with an angry blush. "We are," the gospeller proclaimed. "Or I and Mr. Smillie here," he indicated his companion, "wouldn't be travelling round trying to save others.
Searching questions were fired at them, but Steingall, who knew how to use the press for his own ends, countered by asking genially: "In your hunt for copy, have any of you boys come across Mr. John D. Curtis?" "The man who really saw the riot? I guess not. We want him badly." An approving grin from his colleagues vouched for the speaker's accuracy.
"All my eggs are in one basket, and it's a mean trick of you to hire out for filthy lucre to kick that basket." "What do ye mane?" asked the Rough Red, fixing his twinkling little eyes on Orde. "You don't mean to tell me," countered Orde, glancing down at the other's rubber-shod feet, "that this crew has been sent up here just to break out those measly little rollways?"
"It's I, Will. Mrs. Irving sent me up to ask when in the name of common sense you girls are coming down to breakfast." "What time is it?" Betty countered. "If you tell us that, we'll tell you what time we are coming down." "It is half-past eight," Will answered. "We fellows have been up since six o'clock getting our summer quarters fixed up!"
"Do you think," I countered, smiling, "that you would have the right to read somebody's unsigned love-letters?" A certain magazine editor had once witheringly opined that I would never succeed in literature until I acquired some insight into the feminine riddle. But he had not pointed me to diaries. He had bluntly advised me to fall in love with a few variant types.
Outwardly smiling and calm, there was a chill of horror at Frederick's heart. It was incredible. "I think it is the English," she continued, "who have a saying that a man has not lived until he has kissed his woman and struck his man. I wonder confess up, now if you ever struck a man." "Have you?" he countered. She nodded, an angry reminiscent flash in her eyes, and waited.
"Well?" she countered, the quick hope leaping higher within her. "You did?" She wondered why his eyes were so grave, so stern now, why they had ceased to say flattering things of her and merely hinted of a mind at work on a puzzle.
Those who represent him as ever strong upon the strong side, wilfully shut their eyes to half his history. He challenged Lord Palmerston over the Don Pacifico question, and was believed to have wrecked himself almost as completely as when in 1876 he countered even more resolutely the fantastic Jingoism of Lord Beaconsfield.
It meant nothing, so long as I knew the boy's sincerity and his innocence as well as Arthur's." "But," Hastings persisted, "why all this concern for Webster, after his engagement had been broken?" "How's that?" Wilton countered. "Oh, I see! The break wasn't permanent. Arthur and I had decided on that. We knew they'd get together again." Hastings halted in front of the judge's chair.
There was no French navy to enforce it, but American vessels dared not sail for England lest they be snapped up by French privateers. The British Government savagely retaliated with further prohibitions, and Napoleon countered in like manner until no sea was safe for a neutral ship and the United States was powerless to assert its rights.
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