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Now you will catch sight of her fan working in a minute. She is envious and imitative. It would be undoubtedly better policy on her part to continue to cut me: she cannot, she is beginning to rustle like December's oaks. If Lady Wilts has me, why, she must. We refrain from noticing her until we have turned twice.

And I can now add that when we were seeking for your mother, or information of her, our real object was to find you." "To find me!" exclaimed Fan, starting up from her seat, a new hope in her heart. "Do you know then who my father is?" "Was yes. You have no father living.

"You can do as you please, of course, about her engagement; but you must not expect her to look delighted over the delay." The General put his hands on his knees and leaned forward mysteriously. "Flossy," he said, "I don't wish to make you anxious, dear; but do you think Hubert really cares for her?" Flossy lowered her fan; there was a touch of angry color in her face.

Many people think that one blower is as good as another, and expect that a fan giving a pressure equal to, say, the height of a two inch column of water should do the same work as a blower giving a pressure ten to twenty times as great.

Already our wheels were abreast of their wheelers. "I lead!" shouted my uncle. "You must pull them, Lade!" "Not I!" he roared. "No, by George!" shrieked her ladyship. "Fan 'em, Jack; keep on fanning 'em!" It seemed to me that we were all going to eternity together. But my uncle did the only thing that could have saved us.

Lander; Clementina would know how to behave. Mrs. Lander, when she had refreshed herself with the fan, seemed to get a fresh grip of her theme, and she told Clementina all abort Mr. Lander's last sickness.

Eve did not see him. Her mother did, and held her breath lest Eve should turn that way, and, having directed Eve's glance elsewhere, shook her fan at the bold boy. But there was no insolence in Luigi's gaze. He seemed merely wishing that his work should be marked; and, having attracted fit attention, he returned quietly to the bench and the carving once more.

Nevertheless, he honestly tried, and afterwards remembered with strange distinctness the soft rattle of the electric fan and the dull roll of traffic that throbbed in the quiet room while he fought the losing fight. The sunbeam the waiter had shut out crept on to another window and shone on the fluted pillars before he got up.

Mrs. Welland enquired as she shook hands with her future son-in-law. Archer bowed without extending his hand, as was the custom on being introduced to a lady; and Ellen Olenska bent her head slightly, keeping her own pale-gloved hands clasped on her huge fan of eagle feathers. Having greeted Mrs.

She shut her fan with a click and her face was not particularly pleasant to look at. "You are dense," she said insolently. "I want those papers for myself, not for Andy Bronson." "Then the idea is," I said, ignoring her tone, "that you think you have me in a hole, and that if I find those papers and give them to you you will let me out.