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"Oh, my Lord, Sir!" gasped the White Linen Nurse. "Oh, my Lord, Sir! I wasn't looking for you for another week!" "Evidently not!" said the Senior Surgeon incisively. "This is the second time this evening that I've been led to infer that my home-coming was distinctly inopportune!" Very slowly, very methodically, he put down first his precious rod-case and then his grip.

Suddenly she shrugged her shoulders, straightened her form, put away from her the expression of terror, and said quietly, but incisively: "You will not need to say anything about this. Allow me." And with a swaying step she departed a step so short as almost to convey the impression that her legs were bound together.

Her eyes narrowed occasionally with an effect of sudden dreaminess, and these momentary reveries seemed to the adoring Sylvia wholly fascinating. She spoke incisively and her voice was deep and resonant. She was exceedingly thin and wiry, and her movements were quick and nervous.

Then suddenly remembering the other strange feature of the circumstance, I turned impulsively to Hortense and observed: "I did not know that you and Mr. Dalton were friends. I never heard him mention your name." "Nor did I know that you and he were friends," she interrupted, a little incisively, I thought. "I never heard him mention your name."

"Bad?" he mused aloud, examining it closely. "Phony? Perhaps it is. Looks like Article de Paris to me. See what you think." He returned the trinket indifferently. "Nonsense!" Shaynon interposed incisively. "Mrs. Strone's not that kind." "Shut up!" snapped P. Sybarite. "What do you know about it? You've lied yourself out of court already."

Dulcie answered her, her sharp slangy syllables falling incisively after Felicia's low drawl. "I don't know that it's any of your business but they amount to about two hundred dollars. I know what you're thinking, that with the furniture we could open a rooming house. I've been thinking that myself while Miss Day was gone.

"To find that negro, and get him jailed," Tom declared incisively. "Good enough!" nodded Mr. Prenter. "The detectives will find the negro." "Will they?" Tom asked. "Then that will be something new, indeed. I've seen detectives employed a good deal, Mr. Prenter, and generally all they catch are severe colds and items to stick in on the expense account."

Horace spoke quickly, incisively. "Something's happened to Mr. Parrish, Bude," he said. "The door's locked and he doesn't answer. We'll have to break the door down." Bude shook his head. "It's solid oak, sir," he began. Then he raised his hand. "Pardon me, gentlemen," he said, as though an idea had struck him. "If we were to go out by the garden door here, we might get in through the window.

So am I. But why, oh, why when we met by the spring just now, why, when I was crazed with joy and fear at the sudden sight of you, why did you turn away and leave me?" she passionately demanded. He looked at her serenely, incisively, and answered, calmly, quietly: "Dear, because you shrank from me, threw your hands up before your eyes, as if to shut out the sight of me.

"And the barn will be full of men in half an hour!" she said. "Somehow nobody wants a trotter that's lame! But almost anybody seems willing to risk a lame horse that's plucky enough to trot!" "What's the 'lame trotting horse' got to do with me?" snarled the Senior Surgeon incisively. Darkly the White Linen Nurse's lashes fringed down across her cheeks. "Nothing much," she said, "Only "