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Updated: June 17, 2025
Polly Ann was not the woman to whimper. And yet I have but dim recollections of this journey. It was no hardship to a lad brought up in woodcraft. Fear of the Indians, like a dog shivering with the cold, was a deadened pain on the border. Strangely enough it was I who chanced upon the Nollichucky Trace, which follows the meanderings of that river northward through the great Smoky Mountains.
He's got an income of several thousand a year left, but all that his father left him is gone. No; he didn't blow it. He got in deep, and the 'silent panic' several years ago just about cleaned him. But he doesn't whimper. "He's good stuff, old American stock, a Yale man. The book he expects to make a bit on it covers last year's trip across South America, west coast to east coast.
"I deny that there are so many geniuses as people who whimper about the fate of men of letters assert there are.
Here he ran quickly forward, uttering a low whine or whimper, and disappeared round the corner of the precipice. Hastening after the dog with a beating heart, Edith speedily gained the projection of the cliff, on turning which she was startled and terrified by hearing a loud snarling bark mingled with a fierce growl.
But it was within a block of it, anyway, when we met two little boys about ten years old perhaps one was a little older; one looked about ten, and the other about eleven, or perhaps even twelve, although I think ten would come nearer to it and they asked us in a tone between a whine and a cry the word whimper more nearly describes it if we would buy either a Sun or a World I've forgotten which."
"Is he a doctor? Did he come to see her?" I explained Selwyn's presence and suggested that he wait for me while I went to Mrs. Cotter. Beckoning him to follow, she went toward her kitchen bedroom, but stopped to give warning of the two steps that led down to it, and as she stopped I heard the low whimper of the frightened child by her side and saw her footsteps drag. "I want my mother!
And here's a glass of port wine, and you've got to drink it without a whimper. Mind what I told you; you don't budge a step to-morrow unless you eat a hearty supper to-night." "You are very good to me," Mrs. Denover repeated. "What would have become of me but for you?" She strove to eat and drink to please him and to sustain her feeble strength, but every morsel seemed to choke her.
"I told you he was unlucky," the old mother monkey said, gravely, "but I also told you that he would never come to much harm." And so it proved. For Mona, as life went on, was always unlucky, but he never came to much harm, although he had some exciting adventures. As he grew up he became stronger, but always remained a quiet monkey, inclined to whimper.
"It isn't necessary, and it doesn't do anybody any good you or Perry either." She began to whimper. Looking at her, he was conscious of being absorbed in the attempt to keep his temper instead of eliciting what she had to tell. He smiled. "Stop that sniffling, and tell me what you know about Monday night! Don't you remember that Perry told you he was going to Mrs.
I could never begin a sentence and feel sure that I would be allowed to finish it. Nothing was important enough to delay attention to an infantile whimper. Jonas, too, was in a state of unrest. He was obliged to wear his good clothes, a great part of the time, for he was continually going on errands to the village, and these errands were so important that they took precedence of everything else.
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