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It'll be a change for you. And I shan't be so lonesome as you'd think. I'll I'll be busy this winter, Cynthy." "You know that I wouldn't leave you, Uncle Jethro," she said reproachfully. "I should be lonesome, if you wouldn't. You would be lonesome you know you would be." "You'll do this for me, Cynthy. S-said you would, didn't you said you would?" "Why do you want me to do this?"
It'll be a change for you. And I shan't be so lonesome as you'd think. I'll I'll be busy this winter, Cynthy." "You know that I wouldn't leave you, Uncle Jethro," she said reproachfully. "I should be lonesome, if you wouldn't. You would be lonesome you know you would be." "You'll do this for me, Cynthy. S-said you would, didn't you said you would?" "Why do you want me to do this?"
To his slower mentality she was like a humming-bird darting about from flower to flower, yet ever evading him. "M-maybe yer think I ain't in e-e-earnest?" he persisted, doggedly. "M-maybe yer imagine I d-did n't m-m-mean what I s-said when I asked yer ter m-marry me?"
"How be you, Cynthy?" said he, looking down at her. "I'm well, Uncle Jethro," said Cynthia. "R-remembered what I told you to call me, hev you," said Jethro, plainly pleased. "Th-that's right. Cynthy?" Cynthia looked up at him inquiringly. "S-said you liked books didn't you? S-said you liked books?" "Yes, I do," she replied simply, "very much."
It'll be a change for you. And I shan't be so lonesome as you'd think. I'll I'll be busy this winter, Cynthy." "You know that I wouldn't leave you, Uncle Jethro," she said reproachfully. "I should be lonesome, if you wouldn't. You would be lonesome you know you would be." "You'll do this for me, Cynthy. S-said you would, didn't you said you would?" "Why do you want me to do this?"
"How be you, Cynthy?" said he, looking down at her. "I'm well, Uncle Jethro," said Cynthia. "R-remembered what I told you to call me, hev you," said Jethro, plainly pleased. "Th-that's right. Cynthy?" Cynthia looked up at him inquiringly. "S-said you liked books didn't you? S-said you liked books?" "Yes, I do," she replied simply, "very much."
You you s-said you weren't coming till six o'clock!" she choked. "Billy, what is the meaning of this?" "N-nothing. I I guess I'm just tired." "What have you been doing?" Bertram spoke sternly, almost sharply. He was wondering why he had not noticed before the little hollows in his wife's cheeks. "Billy, what have you been doing?"
"Who has?" demanded Laura. "He. That man what co-comed here," choked the little fellow. "What a pity! I'm awfully sorry," Laura pursued, soothingly. "The poor little puppies." "Ye-yes. Pa s-said I should chop 'em off myself!" concluded Master Tommy in a burst of anger. "My goodness me!" gasped Jess, horror-stricken. "Will you hear that boy talk? He's a perfect little savage."
Devilish unpleasant it was. I'm hopeless in a situation like this. After I'd said, "There, there!" which didn't seem to help much, I hadn't any remarks to make. "He s-said he was going to the tables to gamble away all his savings and then shoot himself, because he had nothing left to live for." I suddenly remembered the scrap in the small hours outside my state-room door. I hate mysteries.
Pomphlett, sir, it was not for the sake of listening to your observations upon public affairs that I came straight off my ship to this shop, but to hear the news." The barber coughed. Mr. Pomphlett feebly traced a curve in the air with his pipe-stem, and answered sulkily "I s-said nun-nothing. I f-felt unwell." "He suffers," interposed Mr.
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