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She blushed as she smoothed the coverlet across his shoulders and then quietly stole away. There was no sea breeze next morning and the sun shone through a yellow haze that seemed to intensify the heat. The white walls reflected a curious subdued light that was more trying to the eyes than the usual glare, and the beat of the surf was slow and languid.
Piney, conscious of having done so, and of having blushed under his scrutiny, nevertheless stoutly asserted that she had merely looked at him "to see who it was."
"It's the only thing for him, my dear," said Professor Valeyon; and, although he was looking his guilty little daughter straight in the face, and at such short range, too, this would-be sharp-sighted old man of wisdom never thought to ask himself why she blushed so.
"Why not?" responded Mr. Brent. At the sound of his voice Virginia could have wept. "The Dutch are sacking the city," said Vance. "Didn't they tell you?" "The Dutch hell!" said Mr, Brent, calmly. "Who's afraid of the Dutch?" A general titter went along the guards, and Virginia blushed. Why could not the Captain see her? "I'm on my reg'lar trip, of course," said Vance.
But the head office boy blushed awkwardly why he did not know and could not discover, though he often cogitated upon it. She remained Miss Hallowell. Opposites suggest each other. The dimmest personality in those offices was the girl whose name imaged to everyone little more than a pencil, notebook, and typewriting machine. The vividest personality was Frederick Norman.
Penny took the small boy's head and banged it three times on a desk. In Radley's familiar room we found Salome, who no sooner saw me than he cried: "Ee, bless me, my man. Will you take your hand out of your pocket?" This was such a surprise that I blushed and oh, accursed nervousness! began to giggle. My terror at giggling in the Presence was so real that I compressed my lips to secure control.
She started a little. Strange that he should be thinking of her by her surname instead of her Christian name; but it mattered little as long as he was thinking of her. "What is your letter?" asked Allan. She blushed and smiled. "A if you will have it!" she answered, in a reluctant little whisper.
She had just completed a most ravishing church toilet when she heard the major's door close softly and she knew that now she would find him before his logs awaiting breakfast. She blushed another tone more rosy and her eyes grew shy at the very thought of meeting his keen eyes that always quizzed her with such delight after one of her initiations into the sports or gaieties of this new country.
They are all like volcanoes with the most beautiful Faberger enamel on the top." "And the men? I suppose they make awful love?" "I don't think so," went on Tamara, while she stupidly blushed. "They all seem to be just merry friends, and the young ones don't go out very much. I don't mean the quite, quite young who dance with girls, but the young men.
The exercise of apperception gives a distinctiveness to idiocracy, which is, however, subject to the limits of ME. You are an admirer of the Beautiful, sir. You wish your boots blacked. The Beautiful is attainable by means of the Coin." "Ah," said Sir Edward thoughtfully, gazing upon the almost supernal beauty of the Child before him; "you speak well. You have read Kant." The Boy blushed deeply.
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