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Their hands gripped again and the captain of the Ithuriel ran down the steps like a boy going to a picnic.
He said a word or two of undeserved rebuke to his horse, and looked about him. He tried to persuade himself that he had heard the distant squeal of a fox or perhaps a young rabbit gripped by a ferret. Swish, swish, swish, pitter, patter, swish ... What was that? He felt he was getting fanciful. He shook his shoulders and told his horse to get on. He listened, and heard nothing. Or was it nothing?
As she looked bewilderedly from side to side her glance fell upon the clustering flowers of the vine. Benton gripped the iron bars and groaned, and then her eyes met his. For a moment her pupils dilated and one gloved hand convulsively tightened on the paneling of the carriage door.
The acuteness of the situation sent question after question rushing through his mind, even as he gripped his club, For her he was about to fight. For her he was ready to kill, and not afraid to die. He loved her. And yet she was a mystery.
At the same time she had an affection and an admiration for the man which gripped her in spite of herself. You have, perhaps, pictured to yourself the mood of some general who has perhaps suffered a great defeat; the employee who after years of faithful service finds himself discharged.
MacDonald gave a grunt of disgust that was like the whoof of a bear. "It's done business all that time," he growled good humouredly. "An' it ain't ever made me jump through any window as I remember of, Johnny!" "Enough," said Aldous, and in the gloom he gripped the other's hand. "You'll be there, Mac in front of the Blacktons' just as it's growing light?"
He would not let them try it again, but alone sang the hymn to the end. By the spell of his voice he had gripped them by the heart. The giggling girls in the front seat sat gazing at him with open mouths and lifted eyes. From every corner of the room faces once dull were filled with a great expectant look.
"I'll go no further with you," she cried. "Set me down at once or I'll scream for help." "You pretty little fool. Much help you'll get here. Oh, you shall look if you want to, but your wings must be clipped first." He gripped both her wrists and held them fast. Her frightened eyes glanced through the window.
"Nothing can last forever," she murmured huskily. "No. But this time you're not going to scrawl 'finis' exactly when you want to." "It's getting dark, and I'm tired. My hand is hurting me." He gripped her shoulders more firmly.
Polly to his bride, and took the place next the pavement with considerable heroism, held on, gripped his hat, shut his eyes and prepared for the worst. "Off!" said Mr. Voules, and a concentrated fire came stinging Mr. Polly's face.
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