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Had she been in the habit, like a continental princess I have dined with, of taking her leg of chicken by the drumstick and gnawing the flesh, it had been far better for him now. But as her manners had been perfect, so the lapse of them was proportionately painful to him.
Then Peter spoke three words, straight from the heart. "You little devil!" Eve turned and looked at him, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "You see!" she said. "Now perhaps you will go." "Without you?" said Peter, stoutly. "Never!" "In London you will be able to eat all day anything you like. You will be able to creep about your club gnawing cold chicken all night. But if you stay here "
It was too late; you had resolved to die!" "Oh, yes, quite resolved: for my infamy was gnawing at my heart. Jacques had died in my arms despising me; and I loved him mark me, sister," added Cephyse, with passionate enthusiasm, "I loved him as we love only once in life!" "Let our fate be accomplished, then!" said Mother Bunch with a pensive air.
This silence and uncertainty were wearing tear channels down my cheeks. I waited on; and though pained and sickened, like a true woman I never allowed my tongue to disclose the anguish I suffered. The wolf was gnawing at my heart; if the lines I felt growing more marked on my features did not tell the story, it was my secret, and I kept it.
They leave the small necessity of their next-door neighbor to the retailers, who are poorer in statistics and general facts, but richer in the every-day charities. Mr. Bernard felt, at first, as one does who sees a gray rat steal out of a drain and begin gnawing at the bark of some tree loaded with fruit or blossoms, which he will soon girdle, if he is let alone.
He found that gentleman in the solitary tea-room, pacing up and down before the observant landlady and handmaidens of the "Gorgon Arms," wiping his brows, gnawing his fingers his ears looming over his stiff white shirt-collar as red as fire. Once more the great man seized John Perkins's hand as the latter came up. "D the aristocrats!" roared the ex-follower of Squaretoes.
It seemed to ring through the nerve-racking stillness like the shriek of a hurtling shell and it was only a whisper. "Watch yourself, Lannigan," whispered Whitey Mack. "He's coming now through the yard! Don't move till I start something. Let him get his paws on the sparklers." Silence again. And then a low rasping at the window, like the gnawing of a rat; then, inch by inch, the sash was lifted.
The sound of Blink gnawing her bone beneath the bed alone broke the silence. "I could do with a pint o' bitter," thought Joe; and, noticing the form of the weekly gardener down below, he said softly: "'Ello, Bob!" "'Ello?" replied the gardener. "'Ow's yours?" "Nicely." "Goin' to 'ave some rain?" "Ah!" "What's the matter with that?" "Good for the crops." "Missis well?" "So, so." "Wish mine was."
He came back with some cold cutlets and bread, pulled up a light table, and placed them before his guest. "Never mind knives," said his visitor, and a cutlet hung in mid-air, with a sound of gnawing. "Invisible!" said Kemp, and sat down on a bedroom chair. "I always like to get something about me before I eat," said the Invisible Man, with a full mouth, eating greedily. "Queer fancy!"
The disreputable, swollen-faced lodger with a nose like a poisoned toadstool vanished. Cake saw an old white-haired man, crazy and pitiful, yet bearing himself grandly. She gasped, the tears flew to her eyes, blinding her. The lodger laughed disagreeably, he was gnawing on the chop bone again. "I suppose you think because you've found me here it is likely I'll teach you you!
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