I couldn't believe it, an' would stop an' listen for his whistle at the barn, his talk to the horses, his rattle at the pump, his footfall at the door, until, crazy with waitin,' I'd go over to the bed, pull back the sheet, an' in the still face read why I should never hear those happy sounds again--never again.
You behave yo'self an' listen to reason, or I'll get even with him for it.
And if YOUR father had told you--" "I won't LISTEN to such silly talk!"
Here I am, sitting listening to Arthur Balfour, who is answering Mr. J. Morley," he writes; "and I have ears for him and thoughts for my dear ones at home."
Ichtharion: I refuse the listen to---- O, the sentries are gone.