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There was a note of anxiety in her voice, though, owing to the fact that the blue spectacles are very large, the wings of gray hair droop very low, a perky bow of white gauzy stuff worn under the chin comes up very high, and the face is very small, it is difficult to tell by the lady's expression what she may be feeling; indeed, there is remarkably little room for an expression to be revealed; which adds to the mystery of the Chaperon's personality.
About this time too there arrived in Galloway a person calling himself Captain Andrew Gray, and advising the people to revolt. He displayed some documents purporting to be from the northern Covenanters, and stating that they were prepared to join in any enterprise commenced by their southern brethren.
Far off oceanward, the fog-horn was lowing like a lost gigantic bull. The gray bulk of a policeman the light from the street lamp reflected in his star loomed up on the corner as they descended from the car. Condy had intended to call his diver's story "A Submarine Romance," but Blix had disapproved. "It's too 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," she had said.
He also heard his heart beating in his body as the invisible file went by, and the loud beat did not cease until no more splashing of the paddles was heard. "Is all my hair gray?" whispered Shif'less Sol. Paul wanted to laugh in a kind of nervous relief, but he did not dare. Instead he whispered back: "I can't see, Sol, but I'm sure mine is."
The bookkeeper readily promised to do this, not having the slightest suspicion that the distinguished professor was about to take French leave. When Professor Riccabocca had walked half a mile he began to feel faint. His appetite had come. "I wish I had stopped to breakfast," he reflected. "I don't believe De Gray will be down for an hour or two."
You think it would not be fair to throw away your life in this foolish manner after I have saved it for you how many times was it you said?" The blue eyes lifted with deceptive frankness to the gray ones. "No, that isn't my reason. I have a better one than that. I love y'u, girl, more than anything in this world."
He spoke to Cissy as she came out. "I am going so early in the morning," he said, "will you give me just one little minute now?" In that minute he told her that he loved her. And Cissy, standing in the library in all the disorder of uncurled locks and gray kimono, demanded, after a rapturous pause, "But why didn't you tell me before?" He found it hard to explain.
It was somewhat clear in utterance at first, but never wholly convincing. There was always an answer, always the December days threatened. She was alone; she was desireful; she was fearful of the whistling wind. The voice of what made answer for her. Once the bright days of summer pass by, a city takes on that somber garb of gray, wrapped in which it goes about its labors during the long winter.
After passing through the book-shop, where thousands of little volumes with figured gray and yellow covers crowded the shelves, and boys in ecru linen blouses were rapidly tying up bundles, one entered the jewellery department.
And Alice passed, but piqued by this unexpected silence, turned and went for her once most intimate friend again. If she was callous and still in her "Who Cares?" mood words should be said that could never be forgotten. "I am Mrs. Gray. My husband won't be back for several days," These were the only words that rang in Joan's ears now. Alice might as well have been talking to a stone.
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