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The young doctor adjusted his glasses and stared into vacancy. "H-m-m! And he had the nerve to call me 'little man. Now I should call him a decidedly suspicious character. Looks something like an overgrown spider. Birds of a feather," he added sententiously, with an air of conscious rectitude, and a disregard for the propriety of the implied metaphor.
She related what she had heard from Kathleen regarding the sale. "H-m-m!" was Emma's dry response. "They took good care that I shouldn't hear of it." "I'm so sorry Evelyn lent herself to something she knew would displease me," mourned Grace. "Perhaps she didn't.
And that is why he remains undisturbed. For an American, being robbed so simply, never tells of his humiliating experience. He goes home, and avoids Sicily ever after." "H-m-m. I understand." "But if you do not pay, you are not permitted to leave this place. You are killed at once, and the incident is over. Il Duca does not love to murder, but he takes no chances." "I see.
"I could name you a silent man or two in Brownsville," he said, "but there ain't only one man that knows the country right." "That so? And who might he be?" "Me." "You?" echoed Daniels in surprise. He turned and considered Gary as if for the first time. "Maybe you know the lay of the land up as far as Hawkin's Arroyo?" "Me? Son, I know every cactus clear to Bald Eagle." "H-m-m!" muttered Daniels.
"No objection to that," said the young doctor, reaching for the desk 'phone. "Two-eighteen, please. Two-eighteen? How is your patient to-night? That so? H-m-m! Oh, this is Miss Gray talking? H-m-m! Thanks." And he hung up the receiver. "The patient is doing very well exceptionally well. Would you care to leave any message?"
Stepping to the door she called, "What's the matter, Grace? Can't you get into your room?" "Evidently not," laughed Grace. "It is locked. I suppose Mrs. Elwood locked it to prevent the new girls from straying in and taking possession." "H-m-m!" ejaculated Elfreda, walking over to the door and examining the keyhole. "Your supposition is all wrong, Grace. The door is locked from the inside.
Doctor Byrne glanced down at the thermometer with a frown, and then shook down the mercury. "No," he admitted, "there is no fever." Joe Cumberland opened his eyes a trifle and peered up at Byrne. "You ain't satisfied, doc?" Doctor Randall Byrne was of that merciless modern school which believes in acquainting the patient with the truth. "I am not," he said. "H-m-m!" murmured the sick man.
"That is just what Will said. And it's too bad, for I had a message for him a message that would make everything all right. I suppose you can guess?" "Guess? H-m-m I don't know as I want to." "Well, don't get mad about it, anyway. How would you feel if you saw that horrid Minnie Arkell rush up and Oh, you know what I mean. However, I've been pleading with Alice since yesterday afternoon.
It would take a good deal to win any approbation from that bunch. And then they were looking at the first scene, which Was a night in Whoopalong, the fake town over there beyond the big stage. The Happy Family, all disguised as cowboys, came surging out of the darkness. H-m-m.
"Now, by God!" said Strann in a ringing voice, and struck a heavy hand upon the top of the table. He regained his control, however, instantly. "Now about that price!" "I don't know what horses are worth," replied Barry. "To start, then five hundred bucks in cold cash gold! for your what's his name?" "Satan." "Eh?" "Satan." "H-m-m!" murmured Strann again. "Five hundred for Satan, then.
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