Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I didn't want to come. But they made me.... I think they're rather afraid of Mr. Carr in the shop.... And this work must be finished today." She did not know what to say; anything to keep him away from the table until she could think clearly. "W-why didn't you want to come?" she asked, fighting for time. "You said you didn't want to come, didn't you?"
Got a revolver, of course?" "W-why, no." She spoke uncomfortably. She was aware that his twinkling eyes were on her throat. His look made her feel unclean. She tried to think of some question which would lead the conversation to the less exclamatory subject of crops. They were on a curving shelf road beside a shallow valley. The road was one side of a horseshoe ten miles long.
"Better give them to me, Ronald." "No, w-why should I?" "Well, in your present mood " "I I'm not d-drunk, damme, I'm not, I tell you! And I'll give the f-fellow every chance honorable meeting." "Then, if he refuses to fight you, as of course he will, you'll let him go to ah make love to Cleone?" "No, by God!" cried Barrymaine in a sudden, wild fury, "I-I'll sh-shoot him first!" "Kill him?"
There was a wheel, too. . . . I had no intention but you know yourself how it parches your throat the jollying and laughing and excitement. . . . I forgot all about what you what we talked over. . . . I'm ashamed and sorry; but I can stay here and attend to things, of course " "I don't want Neergard to see you," repeated Selwyn. "W-why," stammered the boy, "do I look as rocky as that?" "Yes.
Carl felt like a bug inspected by a German professor. "W-why, how d'you mean, Genie?" "None of you take me seriously. You simply let me hang around. And you think I'm a grind. I'm not. I like to read, that's all. Perhaps you think I shouldn't like to go out for athletics if I could! I wish I could run the way you can, Ericson. Darn it!
To the person who opened she murmured, "Do you happen to know where the Perrys are?" She realized that it was Guy Pollock. "I'm awfully sorry, Mrs. Kennicott, but I don't know. Won't you come in and wait for them?" "W-why " she observed, as she reflected that in Gopher Prairie it is not decent to call on a man; as she decided that no, really, she wouldn't go in; and as she went in.
He knew and he was sure that she knew that when they discussed Heye's string tie and pretended to laugh, they were agitatedly voicing their intoxication. His voice unsteady, Carl said: "Jiminy! it's so hot, Eve! I'm going to take off this darn shirt and collar and put on a soft shirt. S-say, w-why don't you put on a kimono or something? Be so much cooler."
It is all his fault. Please let me W-why should-he-tor-ment me?" The tears choked my further speech. I sat down on the sofa, and, with my head buried on Papa's knees, sobbed until I thought I should die of grief. "Come, come! Why are you such a water-pump?" said Papa compassionately, as he stooped over me. "He is such a bully! He is murdering me! I shall die! Nobody loves me at all!"
Ascott won't see you, she won't! You don't intend to carry Pride's Fall by assault, do you?" "But Louis said " "Mr. Malcourt knows quite well that Mrs. Ascott won't see you." "W-why?" "Ask yourself. Besides, her lawyers have forbidden her." But Portlaw's simple faith in Malcourt never wavered; he stood his ground and quoted him naïvely, adding: "You see Louis must have meant something.
"Are you Miss Boltwood?" It was as startling as the same question would have been in a Chinese village. "W-why, yes." "Somebody trying to get you on the long-distance 'phone." "Me? 'Phone?" She was trembling. "Something's happened to Milt. He needs me!" She could not manage her voice, as she got the operator on the farmers'-line wire, and croaked, "Was some one trying to get Miss Boltwood?" "Yes.
Word Of The Day