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We raced up the garden to the gate and out through a side alley, but when we reached the lane there was not a soul in sight. We made a brief and fruitless search in the immediate neighbourhood, and then turned back to the house. Hearn was deathly pale and very agitated, and I must confess that I was a good deal upset by the incident. "'This is devilish awkward, said Hearn.
His face, deeply flushed a moment before, had gone deathly white; his profile, turned under the lamp toward his companions, showed deeply puckered brows over stony eyes, lips parted as if to utter a cry of horror. And Venner, fuming inwardly, had seen enough to recall some of his badly scattered wits.
Face to face stood he now with Rosamund, for the first time since that day before the encounter with the Dutch argosy when he had sought her in the cabin of the carack. One swift glance she bestowed on him, then, her senses reeling with horror at her circumstance she shrank back, her face of a deathly pallor.
Then, deathly white, his young eyes looking straight into the eyes of his old classmate Stent lost the fight, fell outward, wider, dropping back into mid-air, down through sheer, tremendous depths down there where the broad river seemed only a silver thread and the forests looked like beds of tender, velvet moss.
He was deathly pale, with great dark stains under his eyes; his ungloved right hand was pressed to his side, and the fingers of it were all smeared with blood that was still oozing and dripping from between them. Over his yellow doublet on the right side there was a spreading dark stain whose nature did not intrigue Sir Oliver a moment. "My God!" he cried, and ran to his brother.
On the next afternoon the children about the Café des Réfugiés enjoyed the spectacle of the invalid Cuban moved on a trestle to the Café des Exilés, although he did not look so deathly sick as they could have liked to see him, and on the fourth morning the doors of the Café des Exilés remained closed. The hour for the funeral was fixed at four P.M. It never took place.
He was being helped off the field by Sergt. Amos Davis of Co. C and another soldier, one on each side, supporting him. They were walking slowly. Miner's eyes were fixed on the ground, and he was deathly pale. I saw from his manner that he was badly hurt, but did not learn the extent of it till later. He was shot somewhere through the body.
Meantime I lowered Constance to the floor, having just remembered that in such a case the head should be kept low. Her face was positively deathly lips, cheeks, all alike gray-white, save for the purple hollows under both eyes.
Goddard was deathly pale and grasped the arm of her chair. "Somebody knocked at the window, mamma," said Nellie breathlessly. "And then somebody said 'Mary' quite loud. Oh mamma, what can it be?" "Mary?" repeated Mrs. Goddard as though she were in a dream. "Yes quite loud. Oh mamma! it must be Mary's young man he does sometimes come in the evening." "Mary's young man, child?" Mrs.
She saw the rider fling up one arm, and bring down the stinging quirt on the animal's flank; the next instant, with a bound, they were swallowed up in the darkness. A moment she leaned against the shack, nerveless, half fainting from reaction, her face deathly white. Then she inhaled a long, deep breath, gathered her skirts closely within one hand, and plunged boldly into the black alley.
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