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"He has reformed you, too, by what appears.
"He has reformed you, too, by what appears.
Kipling - Poems
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Mrs. Mallowe laughed long and merrily. "And what did you say? "
"Did you ever know me at loss for an answer yet? I said: 'So I have
observed in my dealings with you. ' The Mussuck swelled with pride. He is
coming to call on me tomorrow. The Hawley Boy is coming too. "
"'Strict supervision and play them off one against the other. That, Mrs.
Hauksbee, is the secret of our Government. ' And I dare say if we could
get to The Mussuck's heart, we should find that he considers himself a
man of the world. "
"As he is of the other two things. I like The Mussuck, and I won't have
you call him names. He amuses me.
"
"He has reformed you, too, by what appears. Explain the interval of
sanity, and hit Tim on the nose with the paper-cutter, please. That dog
is too fond of sugar. Do you take milk in yours? "
"No, thanks. Polly, I'm wearied of this life. It's hollow. "
"Turn religious, then. I always said that Rome would be your fate. "
"Only exchanging half a dozen attaches in red for one and in black, and
if I fasted, the wrinkles would come, and never, never go. Has it ever
struck you, dear, that I'm getting old? "
"Thanks for your courtesy. I'll return it. Ye-es we are both not
exactly--how shall I put it? "
"What we have been. 'I feel it in my bones,' as Mrs.
Mrs. Mallowe laughed long and merrily. "And what did you say? "
"Did you ever know me at loss for an answer yet? I said: 'So I have
observed in my dealings with you. ' The Mussuck swelled with pride. He is
coming to call on me tomorrow. The Hawley Boy is coming too. "
"'Strict supervision and play them off one against the other. That, Mrs.
Hauksbee, is the secret of our Government. ' And I dare say if we could
get to The Mussuck's heart, we should find that he considers himself a
man of the world. "
"As he is of the other two things. I like The Mussuck, and I won't have
you call him names. He amuses me.
"
"He has reformed you, too, by what appears. Explain the interval of
sanity, and hit Tim on the nose with the paper-cutter, please. That dog
is too fond of sugar. Do you take milk in yours? "
"No, thanks. Polly, I'm wearied of this life. It's hollow. "
"Turn religious, then. I always said that Rome would be your fate. "
"Only exchanging half a dozen attaches in red for one and in black, and
if I fasted, the wrinkles would come, and never, never go. Has it ever
struck you, dear, that I'm getting old? "
"Thanks for your courtesy. I'll return it. Ye-es we are both not
exactly--how shall I put it? "
"What we have been. 'I feel it in my bones,' as Mrs.