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Updated: June 17, 2025
Proudly clutching his new rlile, and carrying in his wallet a memorandum of three hundred dollars for their joint credit, Rolf felt himself a person of no little importance. As he was stepping out of the store, the trader said, "Ye didn't run across Jack Hoag agin, did ye?" "Did we? Hmph!" and Rolf told briefly of their experience with that creature.
We open the sheet and look carefully down the page where old man Ayers generally conceals his local news. For a minute or two there is silence. Then somebody crams his paper into his pocket. "Hmph, nothing in it," he says, and starts home. He's right, too. Outside of the fact that it has another week of old man Ayers's laborious and worried life in it, it is mighty bare.
"Well, I don't," he said, stubbornly, yet nervous and alert for what should come next. The finality of the woman's manner took away his feeling of superiority in battle. She made no answer. "Hmph!" he murmured, with a movement of his head to one side. It was the weakest thing he had ever done. It was totally unassured. Mrs. Hurstwood noticed the lack of colour in it.
And in the sunlight, defended by the haughty shields of parasols, carriage after carriage went by. "Uncle James has just passed, with his female folk," said young Jolyon. His father looked black. "Did your uncle see us? Yes? Hmph! What's he want, coming down into these parts?" An empty cab drove up at this moment, and old Jolyon stopped it. "I shall see you again before long, my boy!" he said.
The Dimbula heard the Majestic say, "Hmph!" and the Paris grunted, "How!" and the Touraine said, "Oui!" with a little coquettish flicker of steam; and the Servia said, "Haw!" and the Kaiser and the Werkendam said, "Hoch!" Dutch fashion and that was absolutely all. "I did my best," said the Steam, gravely, "but I don't think they were much impressed with us, somehow. Do you?"
"And then you came home and told mother that yarn!" interrupted Amos; "and mother went and told Mrs. Stoddard, and so Anne got punished and didn't know what for. You're a nice sister to have!" and the boy's face expressed his disgust. "But, Amos, I didn't s'pose Anne would run away," pleaded Amanda. "Hmph!" muttered Amos. "Well, she has, and whatever happens to her will be your fault."
Skinny handed the key to Mr. Ellsworth and he screwed up his face, sort of funny, and looked at it. Then he said, "Hmph, it's a Yale key, belonging to a padlock, eh? What key is it, my boy?" Skinny could hardly speak he was so scared. Even I felt sort of shaky I don't know why. Skinny just said, "I found it." "Here in camp, you mean?" Mr.
All the Luciferous Spiritualism there is in France is lifting anchor, under these auspices, joyfully towards new latitudes and Isles of the Blest. What may not Francois hope to become? 'Hmph! answers M. Arouet Senior, steadily, so long as he lives. Here are one or two subsequent phases, epochs or turning-points, of the young gentleman's career.
"Hmph!... Why, this is outrageous! I never read such a thing!" "What is it?" said the daughter, not turning, clearly not interested. "Here's a man saying he visited the Works with the Labor Commissioner, and that conditions there are homicidal! I never! Mmm-m-m. Here!
He has certainly been well nursed. 'The Sahiba is a heart of gold, said the lama earnestly. 'She looks upon him as her son. 'Hmph! Half Hind seems that way disposed. I only wished to see that the boy had come to no harm and was a free agent. As thou knowest, he and I were old friends in the first days of your pilgrimage together. 'That is a bond between us. The lama sat down.
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