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She mastered it, however, and presently, seeing that Hawtrey did not move; glanced about her with some curiosity, for this was the first time she had entered his house.
This was the sight of a man running away from the dilapidated structure a man who glanced toward the tank with a face that showed great fright. "Stop! Stop!" yelled Ned. "There may be folks in there, Tom! I just saw a man run out!" "All right!" Tom cried, though Ned could hardly hear him. "Tell me when we get on the other side! We're going through now!" "But," shouted Ned, "don't you understand?
The Indian out of whose path to life and freedom we had stepped glanced from the line of lowered steel to the open gates and the forest beyond, and understood. For a full minute he waited, moving not a muscle, still and stately as some noble masterpiece in bronze.
These last words were shot out of him, as though the constraint which he was evidently setting upon himself had suddenly and utterly burst asunder. Holmes and I glanced at each other, and Hall Pycroft took a step towards the table. "You forget, Mr. Pinner, that I am here by appointment to receive some directions from you," said he. "Certainly, Mr.
I turned my head and looked at the porthole, and saw to my surprise that it was wide open and hooked back. I believe I swore audibly. Then I got up and shut it. As I turned back I glanced at the upper berth. The curtains were drawn close together; my companion had probably felt cold as well as I. It struck me that I had slept enough.
"I have heard of this before, but I have never seen it. You are indeed gods, you white men, you sailors of the sea." He glanced at Muriel. "And the woman, too," he said, with a horrible leer, "the woman is pretty." Felix took the measure of his man at once. He opened his knife, and held it up threateningly.
The man who never forgets himself before a woman is likely to be an absolute master of women. "I think," he added, "that there is nothing more to be said." There was a dead silence. Millicent Chyne glanced towards Guy Oscard. He could have saved her yet by a simple lie.
Out in the open I knew that I should have a better chance of mastering myself. On the way to the door I stepped into the "office" again and glanced at the visitors' book. Harvey Farnham's name was written down opposite the number 249, and I knew, therefore, that his room must be near, and in the same wing in the back as mine.
You've got to go so fast for one thing I never was a sprinter bah!" he snorted "there's nothing in it. Life isn't a 'undred yards race. You miss all the flowers on the way at that pace. And what's the prize?" He glanced down contemptuously at his feet. "Worn-out boots. Yer boots wear out that's all." He looked round at the children, smiling wonderfully.
There was a nurse-maid attending a child who was playing on the grass. Entering the hall, I glanced into the large room which I had called the "office," and saw a man there writing at a table. Presently a maid-servant came into the hall. She was not one I had noticed before. I asked if I could see Mrs. Chester, and she said she would go and look for her.
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