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And the low breeze, pervaded with the peculiar balm of the mid-Pacific near land, was fragrant as the breath of a bride. Such was the scene; so still and witching that the hand of Yillah in mine seemed no hand, but a touch. Visions flitted before me and in me; something hummed in my ear; all the air was a lay. And now entered a thought into my heart.
She 's not a lady to scorn poor people. The girl's voice hummed through Gower. He said: 'Lord Fleetwood may not be in London, and chafed at himself for such a quaver. 'It's his house we want, sir, he has not been at his house in Kent. We want his London house. 'My dear lady, said Mr. Woodseer; 'it might be as well to communicate the state of things to your family without delay.
The Regent hummed a tune, and his two companions listened to it in respectful silence. "Well, well, Messieurs," said he, bursting out at last into open voice, "I will ever believe, in future, that the gods /do/ look benignantly on us worshippers of the Alma Venus! Do you know much of Tibullus, Monsieur Devereux? And can you assist my memory with the continuation of the line
Waite took a seat near his little visitor and said: "Let me see; is not your name in a song? 'Then to Sylvia let us sing," he hummed, beating time with his right hand. "Oh, yes, I was named for that song. And, if you please, Mr. Waite, would you let me pay you wages for Estralla?" "For Estralla? Now, of course, I ought to know all about Estralla.
She gave a dainty shrug of her shoulders as she glanced at Beppo's hanging head and hungry eye, and then with a light laugh hummed, "Trust not the mast that bends," the first line of the poem that Beppo had sent her. "It is better to let her go," I said to him consolingly. "Si, madama; but" with a profound sigh "she is very pretty."
He hummed an air, and strolled out into the main corridor to stare at the curious dial of the time-lock. 'Why not blow up the clock of the time-lock? ventured the patrol. 'Look here! said Mr. Galpin, 'you ought to know better than that, even if this other gent doesn't. Any violence to the clock automatically jams all the connecting levers. Stop the clock, and it's all up.
I had believed it would sharpen my wits for further action; I found it made me disregard the existence of a world. And instead of suffering fear or regret, I was mad with joy. I drained the flask, hummed a tune, grew foolish in my mutterings to my own ears, and at last, glad of the warmth of the spring night, welcomed sleep as a luxury never before enjoyed by mortal man in all of history.
A line of mowers cutting the rowen whistled ceaselessly a jingling tune; at the end of each swath they stopped, sharpened their scythes, and rhythmically hammered them. The people could not be seen in the mist; only the sickles, the scythes, and the songs hummed together like the notes of invisible music.
Carrying their rifles at ease, the young men stepped briskly through different company streets to their tents. Three of these brought up together at one of the tents. "Home, Sweet Home," hummed Greg Holmes, as he stepped into his tent. "Thank goodness for the luxury of a little rest," muttered Dick Prescott. "Rest?" repeated Tom Anstey, with a look of amazement.
"Wish I'd been there." The student fumbled for a card. "Didn't catch your name?" Clay had no intention of giving his name just now to any casual stranger. He laughed and hummed the chorus of an old range ditty: "I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, And a long way from home."