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"Crazy as a porous plaster!" muttered Tom Reade under his breath. "It will be a new, a strange sensation," continued Garwood, speaking just loud enough to be heard by the onlookers. "A great sensation, too, to be master of the world when, during these present dark days, I am compelled to run and hide for fear envious scientists will succeed in capturing me and locking me up."
I remarked pointblank. "You! Mon Dieu!" He half sprang out of the armchair in his intensity. "Are you crazy?" "Forgive me," I apologized. "I did not mean to hurt you. I only thought and you are in no condition to reason that Alice may have changed her mind, may regret having refused you. Women change their minds, you know.
Extra trains were run in, with girls and women from the surrounding country, and they just had a high old time. "In the meantime we were going through so many different kinds of tactics that it looked as if Sherman was really crazy this time, sure. Finally we made a grand left wheel, and then went forward a long way in line of battle.
"Tell me what's worrying you. If it's anything that I have done, I'll have one of the boys take me out and shoot me; it's what I would deserve. But I certainly can't think of anything " "Do you know that you have filled little Claude's mind up with stories about moving pictures till he's just crazy? He told me just now that he's going with you when you go back, and act in your company.
The impression he gives me is that of one acting a part. I must say it is fading every day, but it hinders me from feeling quite satisfied about him." "Well, one thing is in his favor: he listens to me," said Ledwith. "He is one of the few men to whom I am not a crazy dreamer, crazy with love of Erin and hate of her shameless foe." "And I love him for that, father," she said tenderly.
Very occasionally, too, a face appeared in this gloomy waste; above the flowers in some skyey garden I caught a glimpse of an old woman's crooked angular profile as she watered her nasturtiums; or, in a crazy attic window, a young girl, fancying herself quite alone as she dressed herself a view of nothing more than a fair forehead and long tresses held above her by a pretty white arm.
The few promoters of his project had shrunk back at the catastrophe; the mass of the people had always looked on it as a crazy affair; and with personal sympathy or honor for him, the raid was almost forgotten, but the South could not so easily forget. But the living and burning issue was the threat of secession if Lincoln should be elected, a threat made openly and constantly at the South.
She whispered to him, as the stranger approached, "There's the man coming now with mother! I thought't was a crazy man!" The mother came eagerly forward, anxious to prevent the unrecognizing glance, which she knew must be painful. "What do you think, Henry? Swan Day has come back, just in time to spend Thanksgiving with us!" "Swan Day?
Lawrence, that you were the woman in the taxi-cab the night Mr. Warren was killed?" She inclined her head. "Yes." Carroll fidgeted nervously. "I must warn you to be careful in what you say to me, my friend. I am the detective in charge of this case, and " "There is no use in concealment, Mr. Carroll. I have been driven almost crazy since that night. I have almost reached the end of my rope.
Indeed, he invented a form of man-hunt which for sheer devilish cruelty has been only once matched in the West by the cani del duca when the crazy Gian Maria ruled in Milan. Well may his milder successor, Firuz Shah, have removed to yet another new capital. Well may he have sought to disarm the wrath to come by pious deeds and lavish charities.
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