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He took from his pocket the mysterious little volume, the same which had so strangely appeared at different times and in the hands of different parties, not all of whom were at that time known to himself. Blount turned it over curiously in his hand. "Funny sort of book for a traveling man to have in his valise," said he. "You reckon he was some sort of book collector?"
All the way upstairs he kept saying to himself, "This has not happened to me. It is not possible that this has happened to me." He looked curiously at his own hand on the banisters. The stairs were very steep, and it seemed to take him a long time to surmount them. Instead of feeling keenly, as he knew that he ought to feel, he felt nothing at all.
Only these few and one writhing, bleeding form, around which half a dozen policemen are curiously gathered, and at whose side the battalion surgeon has just knelt. "He's shot through and through," is his verdict, presently. "No power can save him. Who is he?" "About the worst and most dangerous ringleader of riot this town has known, sir," is the answer of one of the police officials.
Curiously enough, when close to this new crowd, the horseman who led my pony let go the rope, and the pony was lashed cruelly and left to run wildly. The soldiers of my guard reined up and drew aside.
If you were free if your father and mother were dead" curiously she did not wince at this practical reference "it would be a different matter." He paused. She still gazed thoughtfully at the water below, her mind running out to a yacht on the sea with him, a palace somewhere just they two. Her eyes, half closed, saw this happy world; and, listening to him, she was fascinated.
Cicely had flitted away with the first. They two were alone. He wondered, with a grim sense of the humour of the thing, whether she was expecting any love-making to follow upon so strange an engagement. He looked curiously at her. There was no change in her face nor any sign of softening.
I've finished in there, so come on to the mess and let's have a spot for luck. Come on, Scottie. Eleven o'clock's all right for you, isn't it?" "Shan't say no," said the gentleman addressed, and they passed behind the orderly-room and in at an open door. Peter glanced curiously round. The place was very cheerful a fire burning and gay pictures on the wall.
This young lady was Zoe Vizard, daughter of Harrington's father by a Greek mother, who died when she was twelve years of age. Her mixed origin showed itself curiously. In her figure and face she was all Greek, even to her hand, which was molded divinely, but as long and large as befitted her long, grand, antique arm; but her mind was Northern not a grain of Greek subtlety in it.
Magsie amended contentedly. And she summarized the case briskly: "Rachael consents to a divorce, we know that. I am not going on with Bowman, I've decided that. Now what?" She eyed his brooding face curiously. "What shall I do, Greg? I suppose we oughtn't to see each other as we did last summer?
She felt that she was talking too freely to this stranger, but his questions drew her on, and she was curiously anxious that he should understand her. "I was not thinking of that true church composed of the true disciples of Christ," she returned. "And that is just it, don't you see?
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