But it doesn't make much real difference for it isn't likely I'll ever be either.
Isn't it splendid there are so many things to like in this world?
"There
isn't anybody here, you know, except the Other Professor and he
isn't here!" he added wildly, turning round and round like a teetotum.
Wilcox does--and when that happens, and one doesn't mind, it's a pretty sure test,
isn't it?
"My dear Bransome," he said, shaking hands, "
isn't this a little unreasonable of you?
YOUR husband, now,
isn't so bad, as men go, from all I hear.
Miss Ophelia in her own heart said, "I hope she
isn't," but had prudence enough to keep it down.
Between just us four--our friend Thomson
isn't here, is he?" he added, smiling,--"we are planning a little Hell for the submarines."
"It
isn't a good thing for you to 'sociate with those common chickens.
"No, it
isn't. You've opened your house to Jones and me in the most generous way; Jones was remark- ing upon it to-day, just before you came back from the village; for although he wouldn't be likely to say such a thing to you -- because Jones
isn't a talker, and is diffident in society -- he has a good heart and a grateful, and knows how to appreciate it when he is well treated; yes, you and your wife have been very hospitable toward us --"
Isn't it my own swate silf now that'll missure the six fut, and the three inches more nor that, in me stockins, and that am excadingly will proportioned all over to match?
"He was fairly well cornered," Gerald concluded, as they made their way back to the dining-room, "but it
isn't like him to let go of anything so easily."