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I mean to pay to you and your friends all the great debt of vengeance which that other friend of yours, Johnson, has allowed to accumulate against him. I will be doubly avenged; I will be avenged upon him, and upon you as well." Lance laughed gaily as he lightly knocked off with his little finger the ash from his cigar-end.
But she was pleased with the way in which he had accepted her criticism, and the gesture with which he threw away the cigar-end struck her as very distinguished. "That's all right!" he said dreamily, as if to say: "That's done with." And he rose. Sophia, however, did not stir.
"Life is an earnest thing, after all", said a fourth: "there are wrongs, it seems, which only blood can wash out: it comes to that at last". Now Loveday ran up, looking scared and busy, a quill behind his ear, Hogarth now having the glass at his face, while his eyes struggled with the reek from his cigar-end. "Is that she?" Loveday asked him. "Yes, poor boat".
He gave me a look such as Diogenes might have given the man who stood in his sunlight. He lit his cigar-end, puffed it diligently for a minute, and then said arbitrarily: "The Tahitian is, first, a coward, afraid to fight the white; but if he can, in a group or by secret, kill or hurt you, he will. He is treacherous, and the more he pretends to be your friend, the more he connives to cheat you.
There's plenty of time," remarked the priest, with his soft half-smile and purring tones. "You finish your cigar here with Mr. Ware, and excuse me while I run down and get rid of the people in the hall." Father Forbes tossed his cigar-end into the fender.
He regarded her above the flare of a match to his cigar-end. "Huh?" "If I could let you have twenty-six hundred seventeen dollars and about fifty cents of it?" He sat well up, the light reflecting in points off his polished glasses. "Mother, you're joking!" Her hands were out across the table now, almost reaching his, her face close and screwed under the lights.
For the second time Tankred turned and studied the other man. "And you're still goin' after your gen'leman friend from up North?" he inquired. "Pip, I 've got to get that man!" "You've got 'o?" "I 've got to, and I 'm going to!" Tankred threw his cigar-end away and laughed leisurely and quietly. "Then what're we sittin' here arguin' about, anyway? If it's settled, it's settled, ain't it?"
Cecilia was silent a moment; and then, "On the whole," she resumed, "I don't think there are any worth asking. There are none so very pretty, none so very pleasing." "Are you very sure?" asked the young man, rising and throwing away his cigar-end. "Upon my word," cried Cecilia, "one would suppose I wished to keep you for myself. Of course I am sure!
You know what Peter is; he's as weak as a baby in his step-brother's hands; he lets himself be dragged into the most disgraceful transactions because he can't say no." Lucy looked up at him, open-eyed, pale, quiet. "You think of Peter like that?" she said, and her voice trembled a little. Lord Evelyn stopped in his walk and listened. "I'm sorry, Lucy," said Denis, throwing away his cigar-end.
Viewed from the veranda of the Marine Hotel, its vast flare on the horizon seems hardly more than an insignificant spark, like the glowing cigar-end of some guest strolling in the garden after dinner. It may very likely have been my lighted cigar that guided Eleanor Stanleigh to where I was sitting in the shadows.
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