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"Not keep Thanksgiving!" said Jasper, standing quite still; "never had a Thanksgiving! well, I declare," and then he stopped again. "Yes," answered Ben; "we had one once; 'twas last year but that wasn't much." "Well then," said Jasper, leaning over the table, "I'll tell you what I should think you'd do try Christmas."
But assured once more of his own present personality he could not resist exploring further, and went right up to the foot of the iron staircase and looked up. It was all just as sordid and dirty and unlovely as ever, though he had not known before the measure of its undesirableness. Leaning over the railing of the top landing was an untidy-looking woman in a brown skirt and half-fastened blouse.
The two young ladies, leaning back in their separate corners, resigned themselves to their own regretful thoughts.
In the box which Maxime had pointed out to him he saw a girl of such rare and dazzling beauty, that he could hardly retain a cry of admiration. She was leaning forward, resting on the velvet cushion of her box, in order to hear better.
There was an uneasy movement among the audience: and a lady, who had been leaning over the rails of the side-gallery listening with deep attention, fainted, and was carried out of court.
In the screaming confusion that followed, Monte fought his way to the door, using his shoulders and a straight arm to clear a path. In another second he had lifted Marjory into a cab. Leaning forward, she clutched his arm as the cab jumped ahead. "I'm sorry I had to make a scene," he apologized. "I should n't have hit him, but I saw red for a second."
It was natural that he should expect the moment for entire confidence between them to have come. He crossed his legs, leaning over the fireplace, and waited. The old man perceived him, and made certain humming sounds, as of preparation. Wilfrid was half tempted to think he wanted assistance, and signified attention; upon which Mr. Pole became immediately absorbed in profound thought.
Our cavalcade had halted while I read, the ladies letting down the glasses and leaning out in their concern lest some trouble had befallen me or my grandfather. I answered them and bade them ride on, vowing that I would overtake the coaches before they reached the Patuxent. Then I turned Cynthia's head for town, with Hugo at my heels.
Billings, "Just wait a minute !" And leaning back in her chair, she called toward the tea-room. "Steward; will you send one of the boys down to ask how the tennis went? Tell Mr. Billings I want to know how it went!" The steward came deferentially forward. "I believe they didn't finish their game, Mrs. Billings. The fire- -you know. I think all the gentlemen went to the fire "
She watched him sadly for a moment, and then, leaning over and touching him gently on the shoulder, said: "It's worse for you than it is for me, father. Don't feel so bad. Perhaps we shall save him yet." He caught a gleam of hope in her words: "Mebbe, Jen, mebbe!" and he raised his face to the light. This ritual of affection was crude and unadorned; but it was real.
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