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"It is very kind of you to ask so pleasantly for what you can command," he said. "To something of the same effect you answered before, and the result was the disagreeable experience at Miss Brown's." Dennis's brow contracted a little, but he said, heroically, "I will go to Miss Brown's again if you wish it." "How self-sacrificing you are!" she replied, with a half-mischievous smile.

"Not much," he said, significantly. "But it's MINE," continued Cass, indignation taking the place of shame at his discovered secret. "I found it six months ago in the road. I picked it up." "With your name already written on it! How handy!" said the coroner, grimly. "It's an old story" said Cass, blushing again under the half-mischievous, half-searching eyes of the girl.

At this point there was a pause, of which Mr. Folinsbee availed himself to walk very grimly and craunchingly down the gravel-walk toward the gate. Then the hat was lifted, and disappeared in the shadow, and Mr. Folinsbee confronted only the half-foolish, half-mischievous, but wholly pretty face of his daughter.

She turned on him the wide half-mischievous, half-frightened eyes of a child caught this time in some superb enormity. "Flossie," he said with an affectation of severity, "what have you been doing?" She produced her duster gingerly. "You can see," said she, "only I didn't mean you to catch me at it." She knelt down by the fireplace and gave her duster a little flick up the chimney.

Mainwaring's present comfort to look after; that Minty has basely deserted us, and that we ourselves must see that the last days of our guest beneath our roof are not remembered for their privation." She led Louise away with a half-mischievous suggestion of maternal propriety, and left Mainwaring once more alone on the veranda. He had done it!

"Are we nearly there?" she asked. "Nearly. You know," he added with the same half-mischievous, half-sympathizing gayety, "it's not exactly a palace you're coming to. Hardly. It's the old casa that has been deserted for years, but I thought it better you should go into possession there than take up your abode at the shanty where your husband's farm-hands are.

Leonard, with a half-mischievous smile. "Has he not shown his feelings?" "He has treated me more as a brother might have done, and yet he is so very respectful and deferential I hope but I am not perfectly sure and then he seems under some restraint." Mrs. Leonard said, musingly: "He knows that you are Baroness Ludolph.

There were no tears in them now, but a certain half-frightened, half-mischievous light instead, as if she rather enjoyed the adventure, in spite of its inauspicious opening. A very little encouragement induced her to enter into conversation, and ere long she was prattling away as unrestrainedly as if we had been friends all our lives. She asked me a great many questions.

The Phooka is said to be a half-wicked, half-mischievous spirit, who takes the form of many strange animals, but oftenest assumes that of a wild horse. His great object then, is to get a rider, and when he has persuaded a poor fellow to mount him, he never lets him off till he has treated him to a ride long and hard enough to last him his lifetime.

But I look back to others not less vivid an evening, for instance, with General Horne and his staff; a walk along the Hindenburg line and the Canal du Nord, north and south of the Arras-Bapaume road; dinner with General Gouraud in the great building at Strasbourg, which was formerly the headquarters of the German Army Corps holding Alsace, and is now the French Préfecture; the eastern battle-field at Verdun, and that small famous room under the citadel, through which all the leaders of the war have passed; Rheims Cathedral emerging ghostly from the fog, with, in front of it, a group of motor-cars and two men shaking hands, the British Premier and the Cardinal-Archbishop; that desolate heart of the Champagne battle-field, where General Gouraud, with the American Army on his right, made his September push towards Vouziers and Mézières; General Pershing in his office, and General Pershing en petit comité in a friend's drawing-room, in both settings the same attractive figure, with the same sudden half-mischievous smile and the same observant eyes; and, finally, that rabbit-warren of small, barely furnished rooms in the old Ecole Militaire at Montreuil, where the British General Staff worked during the war, when it was not moving in its staff train up and down behind the front.