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45. One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled
up his trunk and said, "How do you do?" They were very glad to see him, and
immediately said, "Come here and be spanked for your 'satiable curtiosity."
"Pooh," said the Elephant’s Child. "I don't think you peoples know anything
about spanking; but I do, and I'll show you." (R.K.)
46. Taffy took a marrow-bone and sat mousy-quiet for ten whole minutes,
while her Daddy scratched on pieces of birch-bark with a shark's tooth. Then
she said, "Daddy, I've thinked of a secret surprise." (R.K.)
47. Monsieur Profond raised his eyebrows, and puffed out a heavy lower
lip. "I'm an easy-goin' man," he said. "Were you in the War?" asked Val. "Ye-
es. I've done that too. I was gassed, it was a small bit unpleasant." … whether
his saying "small" when he ought to have said "little" was genuine mistake or
affectation Val could not decide, the fellow as evidently capable of anything.
(J.G.)
48. "Well," said Soames, turning away. "It's rather sad and painful to me."
"Oh, sir," returned Smither anxiously, "you mustn't think that." Now that he
can't worry about things, he quite enjoys his life, he really does. As I say to
Cook, Mr. Timothy is more of a man than he ever was. You see, when he's not
walkin' , or takin' his bath, he's eatin', and when he's not eatin', he's sleepin', and
there it is. There isn't an ache or a care about him anywhere." (J.G.)
49. "What?" she said. She wasn't even listening to me. She was looking
all around the place. "I said did you hear of Marco and Miranda?" … "Wudga
say?" she said. She wasn't listening to me, even. (J.D.S.)
50. "Feel my forehead," she said all of a sudden …" Does it feel
feverish?" … "No, is it supposed to?" "Yes – I'm making it. Feel it again." "I
can make it go up to over the thermoneter." "Thermometer. Who said so?"
(J.D.S.)
51. I horsed around with the two of them a little bit. "The mummies?
What're they?" I asked the one kid. "You know. The mummies – them dead
guys. That get buried in them toons and all." Toons. That killed me. He meant
tombs. (J.D.S.)
52. "You two guys so interested in mummies?" I said. "Yeah." "Can't
your friend talk?" I said. "He ain't my friend. He's my brudda." (J.D.S.)
53. Finally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in.
"You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?" I asked the one kid. "Naa."
(J.D.S.)
54. Mam'zelle Beauce stretched out a spidery hand clad in a black kid
glove – she had been in the best of families – and the rather sad eyes of her lean
yellowish face seemed to ask: "Are you well-brrred?" (J.G.)
55. In the meanwhile I have the honour to ask to be considered a formal
suitor for the hand of your daughter. (J.G.)
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56. And if the inquirer had pursued his query, "And do you think it was
fair to have tempted this girl to give herself to you for life unless you have
really touched her heart?" he would have answered: "The French see these
things differently from us." (J.G.)
57. She looked at his clothes, said "Don't tell me!" and pressed his hand.
"Annette is prettee wee. But the doctor say she can never have no more chil-
dren. You knew that?" Soames nodded. "It is a pity. Mais la petite est
adorable." (J.G.)
58. And he turned West again, talking a seat on the top of a bus beside a
man with grease-stains on his clothes. They traveled in silence till Michael
said: "What do you make of the political situation, sir?" The possible plumber
replied, without turning his head: "I should say they’re overreached their-
selves." (J.G.)
59. "Have you thought of emigrating to the Dominions?" The man shook
his head. "Don't like what I see of the Austrylians and Canydians." "Confirmed
Englishman – like myself." "That's right," said the man. "So long, Mister," and
he got off. (J.G.)
60. Did there rise in him some fear, some hope, that in one of them he
would see her whom, in another life, he had seen, day by day, night by night,
waiting for what – it seemed – he could not give her. No! Only the drivers and
their voices, their "Yeahs!" and their "Yeps!" Americans no longer said "Yes",
it seemed. (J.G.)
61. "Of one thing, at least, I'm sure. As long as this one roof shelters the
good ladies aforesaid – and I wish from my heart it may do so for many and
many a long year to come – the tradition of genuine warm-hearted courteous
Irish hospitality, which our forefathers have landed down to us and which we in
turn must hand down to our descendants, is still alive among us." (J.J.)
62. … she leaned forward and really bawled at Grandfather Pinner. "Cyril
only wanted to tell you, father dear, that his father is still very fond of
meringues." Colonel Pinner heard that time, heard and brooded, looking Cyril
up down. "What an esstrordinary thing!" said old Grandfather Pinner. "What an
esstrordinary thing to come all this way here to tell me!" (K.M.)
63. "So you an' the moon went walkin' last night, Mr. Ashurst! Did ye
have your supper anywheres?" Ashurst shook his head. "We kept it for you, but
I suppose you was too busy in your brain to think o' such a thing as that?" Was
she mocking him, in that voice of hers, which still kept some Welsh crispness
against the invading burr of the West Country? (J.G.)
64. It happened that, one evening, as he stood listening to her sing the
song, "Now doth my heart, imprisoned, burst its bonds for thee," something
seemed to melt in his breast. (H.E.B.)
45. One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled 56. And if the inquirer had pursued his query, "And do you think it was
up his trunk and said, "How do you do?" They were very glad to see him, and fair to have tempted this girl to give herself to you for life unless you have
immediately said, "Come here and be spanked for your 'satiable curtiosity." really touched her heart?" he would have answered: "The French see these
"Pooh," said the Elephant’s Child. "I don't think you peoples know anything things differently from us." (J.G.)
about spanking; but I do, and I'll show you." (R.K.) 57. She looked at his clothes, said "Don't tell me!" and pressed his hand.
46. Taffy took a marrow-bone and sat mousy-quiet for ten whole minutes, "Annette is prettee wee. But the doctor say she can never have no more chil-
while her Daddy scratched on pieces of birch-bark with a shark's tooth. Then dren. You knew that?" Soames nodded. "It is a pity. Mais la petite est
she said, "Daddy, I've thinked of a secret surprise." (R.K.) adorable." (J.G.)
47. Monsieur Profond raised his eyebrows, and puffed out a heavy lower 58. And he turned West again, talking a seat on the top of a bus beside a
lip. "I'm an easy-goin' man," he said. "Were you in the War?" asked Val. "Ye- man with grease-stains on his clothes. They traveled in silence till Michael
es. I've done that too. I was gassed, it was a small bit unpleasant." … whether said: "What do you make of the political situation, sir?" The possible plumber
his saying "small" when he ought to have said "little" was genuine mistake or replied, without turning his head: "I should say they’re overreached their-
affectation Val could not decide, the fellow as evidently capable of anything. selves." (J.G.)
(J.G.) 59. "Have you thought of emigrating to the Dominions?" The man shook
48. "Well," said Soames, turning away. "It's rather sad and painful to me." his head. "Don't like what I see of the Austrylians and Canydians." "Confirmed
"Oh, sir," returned Smither anxiously, "you mustn't think that." Now that he Englishman – like myself." "That's right," said the man. "So long, Mister," and
can't worry about things, he quite enjoys his life, he really does. As I say to he got off. (J.G.)
Cook, Mr. Timothy is more of a man than he ever was. You see, when he's not 60. Did there rise in him some fear, some hope, that in one of them he
walkin' , or takin' his bath, he's eatin', and when he's not eatin', he's sleepin', and would see her whom, in another life, he had seen, day by day, night by night,
there it is. There isn't an ache or a care about him anywhere." (J.G.) waiting for what – it seemed – he could not give her. No! Only the drivers and
49. "What?" she said. She wasn't even listening to me. She was looking their voices, their "Yeahs!" and their "Yeps!" Americans no longer said "Yes",
all around the place. "I said did you hear of Marco and Miranda?" … "Wudga it seemed. (J.G.)
say?" she said. She wasn't listening to me, even. (J.D.S.) 61. "Of one thing, at least, I'm sure. As long as this one roof shelters the
50. "Feel my forehead," she said all of a sudden …" Does it feel good ladies aforesaid – and I wish from my heart it may do so for many and
feverish?" … "No, is it supposed to?" "Yes – I'm making it. Feel it again." "I many a long year to come – the tradition of genuine warm-hearted courteous
can make it go up to over the thermoneter." "Thermometer. Who said so?" Irish hospitality, which our forefathers have landed down to us and which we in
(J.D.S.) turn must hand down to our descendants, is still alive among us." (J.J.)
51. I horsed around with the two of them a little bit. "The mummies? 62. … she leaned forward and really bawled at Grandfather Pinner. "Cyril
What're they?" I asked the one kid. "You know. The mummies – them dead only wanted to tell you, father dear, that his father is still very fond of
guys. That get buried in them toons and all." Toons. That killed me. He meant meringues." Colonel Pinner heard that time, heard and brooded, looking Cyril
tombs. (J.D.S.) up down. "What an esstrordinary thing!" said old Grandfather Pinner. "What an
52. "You two guys so interested in mummies?" I said. "Yeah." "Can't esstrordinary thing to come all this way here to tell me!" (K.M.)
your friend talk?" I said. "He ain't my friend. He's my brudda." (J.D.S.) 63. "So you an' the moon went walkin' last night, Mr. Ashurst! Did ye
53. Finally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in. have your supper anywheres?" Ashurst shook his head. "We kept it for you, but
"You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?" I asked the one kid. "Naa." I suppose you was too busy in your brain to think o' such a thing as that?" Was
(J.D.S.) she mocking him, in that voice of hers, which still kept some Welsh crispness
54. Mam'zelle Beauce stretched out a spidery hand clad in a black kid against the invading burr of the West Country? (J.G.)
glove – she had been in the best of families – and the rather sad eyes of her lean 64. It happened that, one evening, as he stood listening to her sing the
yellowish face seemed to ask: "Are you well-brrred?" (J.G.) song, "Now doth my heart, imprisoned, burst its bonds for thee," something
55. In the meanwhile I have the honour to ask to be considered a formal seemed to melt in his breast. (H.E.B.)
suitor for the hand of your daughter. (J.G.)
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