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Neither alluded directly to what both thought about most but in spite of that each seemed inwardly convinced of being completely if cryptically understood by the other and when the noise of the first returning motor brought a friendly plotter's "You talk to them they mustn't see me this way," from Elinor and a casual remark from Oliver that he felt sure he would have to run into town for dinner family had forwarded a letter from an editor this morning so if she wanted anything done they seemed to comprehend each other very thoroughly.
Her lodger had never been troublesome and the small rent she paid helped out a very poor income mostly derived from washing and scrubbing. "I hope it's a good job ye've found, child," she said. "D'ye know for sure what kind o' place ye're goin' to? Are you certain it's all right?" "Oh! If it isn't I'll make it so," answered Madge, cryptically, as she went over to her room.
"What in the world are you watching that door for?" Jane asked Dozia, who seemed hypnotized by a brass door knob. "Cops," replied Dozia cryptically. "I should hate to go out again tonight." "That's a fork," Winifred Ayres prompted Judith as the latter pierced her pretty sherbet with a prong. "I know," answered Judith, "but this mound is so pretty I don't want to spoil it at one gulp.
Nariaki looked at Mike the Angel and shook his head slowly. "Either you're working your way toward a court-martial or else you know where Black Bart has the body buried." "I should," said Mike cryptically. "I helped him bury it. How do I get to His Despotic Majesty's realm?" Nariaki considered. "It'll take you five or six minutes. Take the tubeway to Stage Twelve.
"No," he repeated, feeling very firm and adamant and Napoleonic. "But, my darling blighter, why not?" "Because I don't choose to." "Then you're a pig. But you might, Doe. Out with it. There's nobody but me to hear you. And I understand." "No." "Well, tell me, how did you get back so early?" "You see," answered Doe, cryptically, "the sun came out; and when the sun came out, I came in."
The ruddy dame nodded significantly as she closed thus cryptically her tables of praises. Brilliana uplifted her hands in a pretty air of wonder. "The phoenix," she sighed, "the paragon, the nonpareil of the buttery." Instantly her smiling face grew grave. "Well, it is not for us to praise him or blame him while he is on our hands. See that you give him good meals, Mistress Satchell."
Neither Valerie nor Miss Bocock cared to join the expedition; and Valerie, cryptically, for her daughter's understanding, said: "Do you really want more scenery, Sir Basil? You and Imogen had much better keep us company here. We have earned a lazy evening." "Oh, no, but Rose has claimed Sir Basil as her cavalier," Jack, astonishingly, cut in.
"Sorry, sir," said the pilot stiffly. "So am I," said Mike the Angel cryptically. "Thanks for the ride." He pushed open the outer door, pulled his electroparka closer around him, and stalked off across the walk, through the lashing of the sleety wind.
I don't pretend to be a painter, my youthful virtuoso, and that's why I go wrong sometimes on colour. Do you know what an architect is?" "No," said Paul, eagerly. "What is it?" He had been baffled by the meaning of the word, which he had seen all his life, inscribed on a brass plate in the Bludston High Street: "E. Thomson, Architect & Surveyor." It had seemed to him odd, cryptically fascinating.
First, he poured into it some of the syrup from the condemned preserves; and a quantity of extinct hair oil; next the remaining contents of a dozen small vials cryptically labelled with physicians' prescriptions; then some remnants of catsup and essence of beef and what was left in several bottles of mouthwash; after that a quantity of rejected flavouring extract topping off by shaking into the mouth of the bottle various powders from small pink papers, relics of Mr.
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