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"Ain't you going to have any?" he demanded, as Miss Gunnill resumed her seat by the window. "Me?" said the girl, with a shudder. "Breakfast? The disgrace is breakfast enough for me. I couldn't eat a morsel; it would choke me." Mr. Gunnill eyed her over the rim of his teacup. "I come down an hour ago," he said, casually, as he helped himself to some bacon. Miss Gunnill started despite herself.
He then eyed me narrowly, and inquired of the old woman who I was. It struck me that he was the person I had seen while I was talking to the natives. "An English milord going over the Quindio mountains to Bogota," was the answer being the information Domingo had given her. Turning towards me, he inquired if such were the case.
Hastings was pulling at his cloak and eyed him severely, but Tode innocently and earnestly helped him to right it, and treated its tumble over on to him as a very natural accident. The train was at a stand-still. Tode thought best to find out his whereabouts. He went out to the platform. "What station is this?" he inquired of a boy who, like himself, was peering into the darkness.
"If you'd been inside ten minutes before then," Carl told him bluntly, "you'd have heard Aleck say he came home a full hour or more before you say you saw him ride in. That's what's queer. What made you do that? It won't help Aleck none." "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Lite slouched miserably in the saddle, and eyed the other without really seeing him at all.
"It's the end of Dan Barry," said Buck. "Lee, we'll never have Whistlin' Dan for a friend again. He's wild for good." The sheriff turned and eyed him closely. "He's got to come back," said Haines. "He's got to come back for the sake of Kate." "He'd better be dead for the sake of Kate," answered Buck. "Why, partner, this isn't the first time he's gone wild." "Don't you see, Lee?" "Well?"
Had she used some endearing term the old man could not have frowned harder than when he turned on me then, and eyed me through his great spectacles. "Yes, read to us, Luther," said I calmly; "Miss Warden and I will listen." "God has been very good to me," said the old man solemnly, "and I've not yet heard Him call me Mister Luther Warden.
Then Elsie went to her cabin and dreamed of a river of molten gold, down which she was compelled to sail in a cockle-shell boat, while fantastic monsters swam round, and eyed her suspiciously.
They were ethereal in every respect, clad in a thin material of pale green, neck bare and elbow sleeves, and looking more like sisters than mother and daughter. Sandy of complexion, blue eyed sharp of feature; the mother having the advantage in flesh, the daughter being all the angles joined in one.
"You didn't have them things to pet, neither. You might just as well stop that. It makes me nervous." Elder Fox eyed him narrowly. He had a mind to tell this man to leave his house at once. He even entertained the thought that it might be a good thing to call Debbs and have him put out. But a certain fear, which had for years haunted the Elder, laid a cold restraining hand on his inclinations.
Beyond it rises the large and uneven swish-house of the 'King, who has lately been summonsed, as a defaulting debtor, to Cape Coast Castle: the single black policeman who served the writ evidently looked upon us as his colleagues. The people eyed us with no friendly glances; they were 'making custom' for the ruler's return.
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