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Then he released her, and they both looked at each other with a new shyness. 'So that's all right! he said, smiling. 'You see you can't drop me as easily as you think. I stick! Well, now, you take me as a pauper not exactly a pauper but still I've got to settle things with your father, though! Beryl proposed that they should go and look for the others. They went hand in hand.
Do you suppose someone will call out: 'Tip-tap, tip-tap, who raps on my door'?" "Sh-h! I'm hungry enough to eat the roof. Let's ask for a drink of water so's to see the inside." Robin did not think it was just nice to deliberately intrude upon the privacy of this shut-away house but Beryl, not waiting for her approval, knocked boldly on the heavy old door.
She had even implied that she was thinking of marrying him. Lady Sellingworth saw Beryl as a treacherous lover, as well as an unkind friend and a heartless daughter, and suddenly her anger against Craven died in pity.
"Wasn't that Brina just like a witch with her parrot nose and sharp eyes?" But Beryl had no patience just now with Robin's beloved fairy lore. Two little lines wrinkled her brow. "There's something queer about that place or my name isn't Beryl Lynch. And I like to know what's what. Wouldn't it be fun to find out what it is?
During the last few days I've nursed a craving for a tart Northern-Spy apple, or a Golden Pippin with a water-core, or a juicy and buttery Bartlett pear fresh from the tree. Those longings come over me occasionally, like my periodic hunger for the Great Lakes and the Atlantic, a vague ache for just one vision of tumbling beryl water, for the plunge of cool green waves and the race of foam.
Oh, Beryl, don't act as though you thought everything was going to be a failure. I thought as long as there was going to be this stupid old reception here and lots of nice food, it was the only time to have a party for the kiddies, for Budge would never cook a crumb if it were just for them. I wish my guardian were here I know he'd understand." "Where are they going to eat?" "The ladies?
"Pretty soon; it's mighty nigh time now, but it don't stop here; it goes on to the water tank, whar it blows for the railroad bridge." "How far is the bridge?" "Only a short piece down the track, after you pass the tank." Beryl had rushed to the window, and looked out, but no one was visible.
Something in this swart, beardless face, with its brilliant inquisitorial dark blue eyes, handsome secretive mouth veiled by no mustache and boldly assertive chin deeply cleft in the centre affected Beryl very unpleasantly, as a perplexing disagreeable memory; an uncanny resemblance hovering just beyond the grasp of identification.
Singleton measure the medicine from a vial into a small glass. When the warden's wife knelt down, and putting one arm under the pillow elevated it slightly, while she held the glass to the girl's lips, Beryl attempted to push it aside. "Take it for me, dear child; it will make you sleep, and ease your pain."
Lynch, beaming over her simple dinner, little knew that Destiny sat at her board, shaping, moulding, gathering and weaving the threads of life, golden and drab. To Beryl's disgust, after the meal Dale brought forth his "toy." But Adam Kraus, instead of showing the boredom which Beryl expected, studied it with absorbed keenness, quickly grasping what Dale wanted to do.
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