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After a slight pause she turned the handle of the door and entered. Mr. Lennox was lying very negligently in the armchair, wrapped in his dressing-gown. 'Oh, I beg your pardon, sir; I didn't know she said, starting back. Then, blushing for shame at her own silliness in taking notice of such things, she laid the breakfast things on the table. Mr.

Between them they lifted the wounded stranger to a seat on their arms. The man put his arms about their necks, and thus they conveyed him to a broad armchair on the porch. "My man, there, run for a hospital steward," shouted Captain Cortland. Then the post commander came to the wounded stranger.

I could not get her one step beyond the first civilities; even my eyes failed me to-night her calm glances killed their fire and she barely touched my hand, though I offered it with a respectful ardour, she must have understood:" then he looked admiringly at the long, white hand and thoroughbred wrist which lay idly on the velvet cushion of his armchair; an exquisite ruffle of lace just touched it, and his eyes wandered from the ruffle to the velvet and silver embroidery of his coat; and the delicate laced lawn of his cravat.

"Courage!" he repeated, finding it so well received. There were alarms and excursions without. She turned her back to the fire, and he sat down suddenly in the big armchair, which suited his dimensions admirably. Then the door opened, and the girl showed in Dangle, who looked curiously from one to the other. There was emotion here, he had heard the armchair creaking, and Mrs.

He raised the flap of the counter, and led the way to a small, untidy room at the back of the shop. A copper kettle was boiling on the fire, and the table was already laid for tea. The pawnbroker, motioning his visitor to a dingy leather armchair, went to a cupboard and produced a bottle of rum, three parts full, and a couple of glasses. "Tea for me," said the seaman, eyeing the bottle wistfully.

Towle say it's her ladyship in the astral plane!" flew like wildfire through the rooms. At this point Harriet Browne, who was sufficiently Christian and scientific to like to have all the attention of the company centred upon her, cleared her throat loudly and exclaimed, "If I am to heal this poor sufferer, I must be provided with an armchair." "An armchair for Mrs. Browne!"

They made her sit in the armchair while they circled around her, singing: "Old friends are the best friends, The friends that are tried and true." Then they made her dress up in her finest kimono and sit cross-legged at the foot of the bed while one by one they filed before her and each made an humble apology. "Oh, it is too much," Otoyo cried. "I implore you forgeeve me.

"Then she held out to me a tortoise-shell comb and murmured: "'Comb my hair, oh! comb my hair; that will cure me; it must be combed. Look at my head how I suffer; and my hair pulls so! "Her hair, unbound, very long and very black, it seemed to me, hung over the back of the armchair and touched the floor. "Why did I promise?

They gave him a big drink of tea to help to get the biscuits down, and when he at last succeeded in swallowing them he sat in the armchair with his eyes red-rimmed and full of tears, which ran down over his white, flabby face.

A small table stood by the bed, on which I saw an "Imitation of Christ," which, by the way, I bought for my wife, as well as the lamp. There were also a deep armchair for her confidential maid, and two small chairs. There was no fire. That was all the furniture, not enough to fill ten lines in an inventory.