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It had turned very warm; unusually warm for the time of year. When he had dressed and had sought out Cecil to say good-by to her he found her by the big studio window on the top floor of the apartment where they lived. She was sitting in the window-seat, her chin cupped in her hand, looking out over the city, in the dark pool of which lights were beginning to open like yellow water-lilies.
We sounded it with a stick; it was four feet deep; we lifted a specimen in our cupped hands; it seemed reasonably transparent, so we decided that the time for action was arrived.
His eyes gradually made out a figure in a white sweater sitting on a flat rock, elbows on knees, chin resting in cupped palms. He walked over. Betty's eyes were fixed on him. He stared down at her, suddenly tongue-tied, a queer constricted feeling in his throat. She did not speak. "Were you sitting here when I came along?" he asked at last. "Yes," she said. "I often come up here.
The table rocked dangerously as she crowded her body between it and the windowsill and, back to the light, stood staring with her face cupped in her hands out into the blackness. Far across the valley the dilapidated farmhouse on the ridge showed only a blurred blot against the skyline. Minutes the girl stood and watched.
He didn't say nothin'." "Did he do anything?" "Kinder fanned himself an' jerked his head back over his shoulder. Meanin' it was too hot to sleep inside, I reckon. It sure was hot!" "Fanned himself? How?" "Like this." The visitor raised his hands awkwardly, cupped them, and drew them toward his face. "Er with both hands?" "Did you see him go in?" "Nope." "Here's your twenty," said Average Jones.
At nine o'clock of October evenings the Knickerbocker River Queen, spangled with light and full of pride, moves up-stream with her bow toward Albany. And from her window and over the waves of intervening roofs Mae Munroe cupped her hands blinker fashion about her eyes and followed its gay excursional passage, even caught a drift of music from its decks.
Why, Johnnie, a man has just so long to live on this earth, and the years in which he has loved are the only years that count would you be throwing one of these away? A year twelve months three hundred and sixty-five days cast to the void. You reckless creature!" He cupped his hands about her beautiful, fair face and lifted it, studying it.
"In that case, of course, your career is safe from accident," she remarked. He moved out into the open. "Mr. Beetle Man," she called, He looked up and saw her with her chin cupped in her hand, regarding him thoughtfully. "I'm NOT just a casual acquaintance," she said suddenly. "That is, if you don't want me to be." "That's good," was his hearty comment.
Coming home at a fixed, future time, to compare glittering successes. Eldorados found and exploited, cities built, giant businesses established, hearts won, real manhood achieved past staggering difficulties. But they all had to believe it, to combat the icy sliver of dread concerning an event that was getting very near, now. Mitch Storey sat with his mouth organ cupped in his hands.
By five, he had found a pool cupped in the beech woods with mallows and marsh marigolds and a screen of green things all round it and a tent of blue sky over the sun-touched tree tops; and had stripped and splashed into it and set all the birds to flight with the harsher song of human things; by seven he was back at the Three Desires; by eight he had shaved and changed and breakfasted and was out again in the fields and the leafy lanes, and by nine he was at the lich-gate of the church.
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