Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"And ask Mrs. Dallas and her daughter to be present?" There are a great many kinds of good-feeling in this world, from radiant joy down to perfect bliss; but this spring I have got an attack of just old-fashioned happiness that looks as if it might become chronic. "What do you mean by that jargon?" he demanded, in angry tones..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
The work on the dam had gone smoothly since Mr. Whitney had taken the job over. Except for minor accidents, nothing really bothersome had happened to delay the work in any way, yet Bob, who was now constantly with the Chief, realized that something was bothering the man he was so fond of. Gone was the half chummy, half paternal air of Mr. Whitney. He was irritable and not at all himself.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
“You’d have done the same thing for me,” returned Bob, anxious to get off the subject. “Let’s talk about the dam site.”
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"I tell 'ee I found it, I did," growled Battersea, becoming restive under the constant questioning. "Found it near the gate of Missus Dallas' place." "Yah!" cried Battersea, derisively. "You're out of it. My mother white; but my father--" here he hesitated, and then resumed: "Yes, you're right. Dido; my father was a negro! A Seedee boy, who was a fireman on a P. and O. liner." "They put it into a cart and took it away." "Major, major, I have heard all! I have been listening at the window.".
298 people found this
review helpful