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Benda had written a number of scientific books on biology, but that this had not enabled him to reach his desired goal. “What goal?” the table companions asked in unison.
"This Cyrillon is all softness and penitence now, Angela went on, "He is overcome with grief at his murderous attempt, and has asked his father's pardon. And they are going away together out of Paris till " "Till excommunication is pronounced," said the Princesse, "Yes, I thought so! I came here to place my Chateau at the Abbe's disposal.
Fisher was pouring out the tea, and Mrs. Arbuthnot was offering Mrs. Fisher macaroons. Every time Mrs. Fisher offered Mrs. Arbuthnot anything her cup, or milk, or sugar Mrs. Arbuthnot offered her macaroons pressed them on her with an odd assiduousness, almost with obstinacy. Was it a game? Scrap wondered, sitting down and seizing a macaroon. "Where is Mrs. Wilkins?" asked Scrap.
"I hope," said the physician, joining Graham, as most of the other guests gathered round Savarin, who was in his liveliest vein of anecdote and wit, "I hope that the fair Italian will not allow that ink-bottle imp to persuade her that she has fallen in love with him." "Do young ladies generally find him so seductive?" asked Graham, with a forced smile. "Probably enough.
Dolf am 'bout his business too," retorted Vic. Dolf turned around from the closet and asked sweetly, "Did you 'dress me, Miss Vic?" "No, I didn't, and don't mean ter. But Miss Elsie's woke up, and wants some jelly and a bird; where am dey, Clo?" "Look whar dey be and ye'll find 'em," replied Clo.
Hastily coming out of his apartments in a dishabille which, under ordinary circumstances, would have been inconsistent, he asked "What could have brought me there at that time of night?"
A crescent moon was reflected unwaveringly in the black water, and the autumn breeze blew a scent of decaying, damp vegetation from the dense woods all around them. "Remember when we used to have races with paper boats, Agnes?" Eric asked suddenly. She nodded, wondering why he had reminded her. "What years ago it seems!" "Only about five. Though we were both old enough to know better."
Blanche marked the troubled look on his face and asked: "Do you know where we are?" "No." The shore was wild and rocky, and on their right it was covered with a dense growth of tropical trees. Farther inland rose two towering mountains. The beach directly before them was low and receding.
Fergus Mac-Ivor had too much tact and delicacy to renew the subject which he had interrupted. His head was, or appeared to be, so full of guns, broadswords, bonnets, canteens, and tartan hose that Waverley could not for some time draw his attention to any other topic. 'Are you to take the field so soon, Fergus, he asked, 'that you are making all these martial preparations?
"Tia Juana," he said, "I would like to talk with you a while." An old, old Mexican woman, white-haired and wonderfully wrinkled, rose from a stool. "Sit down," said Ranse, removing his hat and taking the one chair in the jacal. "Who am I, Tia Juana?" he asked, speaking Spanish. "Don Ransom, our good friend and employer. Why do you ask?" answered the old woman wonderingly.
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