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They'd ray us all clean out of existence." He thrust the pistol back into the man's blouse. "Wait; our chance will come." "Oh, my God! Look!" someone screamed. A command shattered the air; the tubes of the Mercutians uplifted; a blinding sheet of flame blazed solidly down the street. The minute's grace was up. Even at this distance, the heat scorched and seared.
But those who came through, unscathed, had neither care nor sympathy to bestow on the fallen. "I join your band of nurses?" a handsome vivacious little woman evidently one of her own rank said to Anne one day, with a scornful laugh. "I am no good at such work. Give me real work to do, a bomb to throw, a revolver to fire; I have that at least" she touched her fur blouse significantly.
The order for the Territorials to move came suddenly, as such orders most always do. They came while the lad was having a supper of black bread and cheese with a friendly housewife of the neighborhood. The Territorials were to march within an hour. "Remi's eyes grew bright. He stowed what was left of his meager supper into his blouse and strolled out.
Yes ... there's one thing. Will you take charge of a very small parcel? I daren't keep it myself, in case anything unexpected should happen. "It is inside my dress," the girl explained. For an instant she turned her back, then, rebuttoning her blouse with one hand, held out to him in the other a long, thick envelope, unaddressed, and sealed with three gold-coloured seals. Roger took the parcel.
"You'll have Billy, I suppose." Evie took the time to deposit a lace blouse in a drawer, as softly as a mother lays a sleeping babe to rest. "No, I sha'n't ask Billy," she said, while she was still stooping. "Won't he think that queer?" "I hope so." She turned from the drawer, and lifted a blue gossamer creation from the bed. Miriam smiled indulgently. "Why? What's the matter?
The unleashed passion of the man required violence. In one savage pull he tore off her blouse, exposing her white, rounded shoulders and heaving bosom, where instantly a wave of red burned upward. Overcome by the tremendous violence and spirit of the rustler, Ellen sank to her knees, with blanched face and dilating eyes, trying with folded arms and trembling hand to hide her nudity.
I could enter a fine drawing-room in the patched blouse I wear a-hunting with more ease than in that solemn-looking frock-coat I bought at the county town five years ago. In that garment I feel that "I am." No one could ever convince me that I am a mere thought, a dream, a shadow. Every pull in the shoulders, every hitch in the back, every kink in the sleeves makes me a profound materialist.
How are you?" she said, recognising me at once and holding out her hand. "I am very glad to see you." She smiled and looked with a curious puzzled expression at my blouse and the pail of paste and the papers lying on the floor; I was embarrassed and she also felt awkward. "Excuse my staring at you," she said. "I have heard so much about you. Especially from Doctor Blagovo.
While she made ready, she fought down those two horrible fears of losing her child, of losing her lover; the less she feared, the better she could act, the more subtly, the swifter. She remembered that she had somewhere a little stiletto, given her a long time ago. She hunted it out, slipped off its red-leather sheath, and, stabbing the point into a tiny cork, slipped it beneath her blouse.
I expected to see that point of steel shoot, with a quick stab, into the scarlet blouse before me. "Shoot 'n' be damned!" said D'ri. "'Fore I die ye'll hev a hole er tew 'n thet air karkiss o' yourn. Sha'n't give up no weepon till ye've gin me yer word ye 'll let thet air woman alone." I expected a volley then. A very serious look came over the face of the captain.
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