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During the afternoon a faint breeze blew, but this had now died away, and the stifling air felt as thick as though they were breathing cream. Even the two Boers seemed to feel the heat, for they lay outstretched on the grass a few paces to the left, to all appearance fast asleep.
He came suddenly without a sound to his feet, and pressed back close against the wall, his body rigid and thrown forward like one poised to spring. There was a footstep outside the door, the rasp of a key in the lock, then a faint, murky path of light as the door opened, and a man stepped forward over the threshold.
"I know that I may be in some danger," he said in measured tones, "but how can you have come to know of it?" "Because I belong to them as you do, and am a member of their society, just as you are." "You... you are a member of the society?" "I see from your eyes that you were prepared for anything from me rather than that," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, with a faint smile.
It was an old woman, a tattered, bedraggled creature with a pinched and pallid face. "Is it an accident?" a gentleman was saying, and somebody answered, "No, sir, she's gorn off in a faint." "Why doesn't some one take her to the hospital?" said the gentleman, and then, like the Levite, he passed by on the other side.
For an instant the thoughts came, as he heard the faint thud, thud on the ice of the fleet wolves behind him. What if anything should happen to my skates? Or if I should get in a crack in the ice? But he quickly banished these thoughts as unworthy.
Piotr Petrovitch! I heard a voice, faint, slow, and hoarse, like the whispering of marsh rushes. I stopped. 'Piotr Petrovitch! Come in, please! the voice repeated. It came from the corner where were the trestles I had noticed. I drew near, and was struck dumb with amazement. Before me lay a living human being; but what sort of a creature was it?
He had the gift of quick, sympathetic perception, but so too had Jack Fyfe, she reminded herself. Yet no tone of Jack Fyfe's voice could raise a flutter in her breast, make a faint flush glow in her cheeks, while Monohan could do that. He did not need to be actively attentive. It was only necessary for him to be near.
"He wrote me that he loved you and was going to marry you. That was before he learned the truth." "About you?" "And about you. When he wrote again, he said you had told him everything." So she had; more, far more than she should. What of that had he told Monte? The question left her faint again. "How did it happen?" he asked. "I I don't know," she faltered.
I listened for the reply. A deep sigh followed; and then I heard a reluctant, faint utterance of the single word, "Nothing!" "Nothing?" repeated the old lady. "Surely, Julia, there was something. Recollect yourself. You know you rode home with Mr. Edgerton. It was past one o'clock " "No more no more, mother. There was nothing nothing that I recollect. I know nothing of what happened.
"A miss is as good as a mile," laughed Watson, as he stood with his two companions in the pitch black interior of the cabin, listening to the last faint sounds of the retreating Vigilants. "There's nothing like smallpox, eh?" said George. "Or nothing like a boy who can imitate a darky's voice," put in Macgreggor. "Where did you learn the art, George?"
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