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Madeline looked at her brother curiously as they came near the building where they studied their lessons. "Have you got your books under your coat, Herbert?" asked Madeline. "No, I haven't my books," he said. "Well, what have you?" asked Madeline. "You have something, for I can see a lump. What is it?"
He said to himself that if he could not marry Rose, if he could not ask her why, he must accept his fate, not attack it to his own undoing, nor even deplore it to his ignominy. In all this he was, rather curiously, leaving the girl and her possible view of the matter entirely out of the question.
To Miss Moore he explained: "He isn't really busy; why, he has been complaining for an hour that the heat has driven all his patients to the country, and that he is dying of idleness." The girl's expression altered curiously. She shrank as if wounded; she scanned the speaker's face with startled eyes before turning with a strained smile to say: "So, Doctor, we caught you that time.
"London Terrace will be green in another week." "How long do you stay with the Craigs, Ailsa?" "Until the workmen finish painting my house and installing the new plumbing. Colonel Arran is good enough to look after it." Camilla, her light head always ringing with gossip, watched Ailsa curiously. "It's odd," she observed, "that Colonel Arran and the Craigs never exchange civilities." "Mrs.
Trent's eyes were curiously soft as he answered her. "Thank you for that," he said earnestly. "All the same, I think you will have to make up your mind to allow your friend, as you are good enough to call me, to go to the wall. You, and others like you, dragged him out, but, believe me, his place is not in the centre of the room. There are others besides Mrs.
They were walking back toward the great rotunda, and, as they entered the conservatory, the crowds of men and women stared at them curiously. They had paused to inspect the statue of a massive stone dragon when a young officer in glittering uniform approached and addressed Johnston. "Follow me," he said simply; "it is the king's command."
Once the kill is made, the lion disembowels the beast very neatly indeed, and drags the entrails a few feet out of the way. He then eats what he wants, and, curiously enough, seems often to be very fond of the skin. In fact, lacking other evidence, it is occasionally possible to identify a kill as being that of a lion by noticing whether any considerable portion of the hide has been devoured.
After all, there was only one among them to whom this news was of any real moment. Janet, feeling curiously tired, went into the drawing-room. The moment she had finished Enid Crofton's letter she had begun to torment herself as to whether she had done right or wrong after all? To her relief Godfrey Radmore came into the drawing-room.
Easier than you imagine. curiously. Would you care?" she added. "Care!" he cried; "of course I'd care. What kind of rot are you talking?" "Why would you care?" "Why? What a darned idiotic question " "It's not really so idiotic as you think it is," she said. "Suppose I allowed Mr. Brent to make love to me, as he's very willing to do, would you be sufficiently interested to compete." "To what?"
"Aye!" says she, "what was that?" "Why," replied I, "having very curiously and attentively compared the size of that enormous machine, which did not appear, at least to my fearful imagination, less than my wrist, and at least three of my hand-fuls long, to that of the tender small part of me which was framed to receive it, I could not conceive its being possible to afford it entrance without dying, perhaps in the greatest pain, since she well knew that even a finger thrust in there hurt me beyond bearing.
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