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The girl continued after a while, in a low, rapid voice, her eyes fixed intently upon the opal in an antique ring which shone faintly upon one of Rainham's quiet hands, as though its steady radiance helped her speech: "It was all an accident an accident. I was sick and tired of waiting and writing, and getting never a word in reply.
He was, as might have been expected from this state of spirits, first at the place of meeting, and, as might also have been anticipated, his looks were so intently directed towards the road from Knockwinnock Castles that he was only apprized of the arrival of the Monkbarns division by the gee-hupping of the postilion, as the post-chaise lumbered up behind him.
One came across, too, lovely, graceful trees with strong, straight stems like palms, and it was only by looking intently that one could recognise these trees as gooseberries or currants.
'A man cannot yield on such a matter, he said. 'No man yields in such an affair, though he may be beaten. Madame Voss listened to him, but said nothing farther. She was busy with her work, and went on intently with her needle. He had asked to see Urmand, and he now went out in quest of him. He passed across the court, and in at the door of the cafe, and up into the billiard-room.
'Not yet, but I shall certainly see him before it's over. I'm sure that he is somewhere in the house. 'He came over from Paris in his motor car, Lushington said. 'I know he did. There was no reason why she should not know that Logotheti had come in his car, but Lushington thought she seemed annoyed that the words should have slipped out. Her eyes were still fixed intently on the stage.
Just then the flash of light reappeared, and now they saw it came from a point on the trail ahead of them. They listened intently and heard somebody approaching. "Several men are coming!" whispered Dick. "Not from our yacht?" said Tom. "I don't think so." "Can they be from the Josephine?" asked Sam. "That remains to be seen." "If they are from the Josephine what shall we do?"
"The dead is our dead, effendi may God give thee everlasting years!" called a blind man from the crowd. Up in the tower Dicky had listened intently, and as the speech proceeded his features contracted; once he gripped the arm of Renshaw. "It's coming on to blow," he said, in the pause made by the blind man's interruption. "There'll be shipwreck somewhere."
If they could see him now! Then another muffled scream and he walked quickly back. He couldn't stand this. He didn't go in, however. Instead he listened intently, hearing something which sounded like gurgling, choking breathing. Was that Angela? "The low forceps" it was Dr. Lambert's voice. "The high forceps." It was his voice again. Something clinked like metal in a bowl.
"And none of that sort of thing?" he added, with a look at a couple, evidently factory hands, who sat at the other side of the carriage. The husband, with his head thrown back, was pouring vodka down his throat out of a bottle, and the wife sat holding a bag, out of which they had taken the bottle, and watched him intently.
And how old are you?" she asked suddenly. "Twenty-five." "And I am nineteen! How funny that is! Ach!" And Emilie went off into such a ringing laugh that she threw herself back in her chair. Kuzma Vassilyevitch did not get up from his chair and looked still more intently at her rosy face which was quivering with laughter and he felt more and more attracted by her.
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