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His hands dropped to his side without striking the keys. Evidently the time had not come. The violins in the orchestra sang on. My neighbour was not the only one to fall under the spell of such masterly musicianship. Twenty-four ladies in the parquette shrank back into their seats with a half-sob of brimming emotion, and implored their escorts to look at the artist's face.
Dorothy shrank away from her in the bed, her frightened blue eyes staring at her over her shoulder. "My God! don't you know," said Madelon, "the man you love is yourself? When you believe in his guilt you believe in your own; when you strike him for it you strike yourself. Don't you know that, Dorothy Fair?" Dorothy looked at her, all white and trembling. She gave a half-sob.
I didn't escape it, for Madge was saying, "Can you conceive of a man pretending to care for a girl and yet treating her so? I can't tell you the grief, the mortification, I have endured." She spoke with a half-sob in her throat, as if she was struggling not to cry, which made me wish I had never been born.
"Smallpox!" "But I must!" he cried, choking down a half-sob and preparing to row. "Then I 'll shoot you," was the cheering response, and the rifle came to shoulder again. Joe thought rapidly. The island was large. Perhaps there were no soldiers farther on, and if he only once got ashore he did not care how quickly they captured him.
It was a sound of a single note and it was neither a laugh of amusement nor of ridicule. If there was any betrayal of laughing at the expense of someone, the someone was evidently herself, and Paul was not sure it was a laugh after all. Possibly it was a single sob or half-sob and half-laugh. But she went on in a voice flattened by weariness. "Life deals in paradoxes.
And then the deep potential impulse came, and with a half-sob, half-sigh, she threw her arms out, and drew the body of the sleeping child down, down, into her breast, down again and again as if she would hide it in the grave dug there years before. And the gust that shook her passed, and then, ah me! the rain. A drop or two fell upon the curls of Carry, and she moved uneasily in her sleep.
The words died on her lips, and suddenly the clear blue eyes, made for love and laughter and eager for all that is lovely in life, dimmed with hot tears, and with a half-sob she turned and threw herself face downward on the rug-covered cot on the opposite side of the room. "O God, please don't let Father know!" The words came in tones that were terrified. "Please don't ever let him know!
With another sigh and a half-sob, Scotty rejoined: "Why you see we are in a bit of trouble, and the boys thought maybe you would give us a lift, if we'd tackle you that is, if I've got the rights of it and you are the head clerk of the doxology-works next door." "I am the shepherd in charge of the flock whose fold is next door." "The which?"
The dead electric burners leaped into golden globes of light once more, and in the garish, shattering glare the man and woman sprang apart and stood staring at each other, trembling, with passion-stricken faces. . . . The long silence was broken at last, broken by a little inarticulate sound half-sigh, half-sob from Nan. Peter raised his head and looked at her. His face was grey.
"Good-by, chaperon," she laughed With a half-sob in her throat, "h hello, 'Aunt." Then she strangled Old Heck with a hug that made him gasp. "What the devil are you trying to do choke me?" "Well, by thunder, Old Heck!" Skinny finally managed to ejaculate, "it was the sensiblest thing you ever done! I I've been" with a sidelong look at Carolyn June "kind of figuring on doing it myself!"
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