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He dared not look at the clock lest he should betray himself, but he found the half hour in this den of murderers intolerably long. Several times he saw two exchanging glances, but then he threw in a jesting word and the thread was broken.
He had kept a watch on the river all day without seeing the motor ship go up, but now she passed him a couple of miles above the city. He turned inshore when he saw her coming, lest Captain Beamish's binoculars might reveal to him a familiar countenance. He pulled easily, timing himself to arrive at the wharf as soon as possible after dark.
LXIV. At Alexandria, in the attack of a bridge, being forced by a sudden sally of the enemy into a boat, and several others hurrying in with him, he leaped into the sea, and saved himself by swimming to the next ship, which lay at the distance of two hundred paces; holding up his left hand out of the water, for fear of wetting some papers which he held in it; and pulling his general's cloak after him with his teeth, lest it should fall into the hands of the enemy.
They kept at a distance from each other, lest being seen together they might be suspected; thus, though fearless for themselves, wisely taking every precaution to avoid danger. Herezuelo, as he walked along, thought of his beloved Leonor, so delicate, so gentle, so faithful.
And yet it was the baby and nothing but the baby that had let him in for marrying Desmond. So that, when it died, he felt that somehow things had tricked and sold him. As they had turned out he need not have married Desmond after all. She herself had pointed out the extreme futility of his behaviour, lest he should miss the peculiar irony of it.
The teacher assented, and Beatrice shook hands with her and bade her good-night. She would have wished to say how much she felt indebted to her for her help in the school, but did not like to do so, fearing lest, in the light of pending events, the remark might be viewed with suspicion. Poor Beatrice, these were the only lies she ever told!
I don't care for her," said Joel scornfully. "It's Mamsie," and he swallowed hard. "Perhaps she won't care," cried Van, leaving his knees to take care of themselves, in alarm lest Joel was going off again.
The flowret fades when day is done, and so does every mother's son Who thinks his course is just begun, And knows not that his race is run How does it go on, Clarice? I forget the rest of it." "It is a pity you didn't forget the whole of it. I would if I were you, and quickly, lest you horrify some one else with it. You are too big to pose as a flowret, Bob." "Polestar of my faith, see here.
They had just reached a dark place when they heard some one walking with a heavy tread on the opposite side of the street. Thinking that it might be another policeman, the boys kept close together, and glided on as swiftly as possible. They did not run lest they should be heard. Their hearts beat fast, and they glanced nervously from side to side.
Matthew recollected that he must say what he had come to say without loss of time, lest Marilla return prematurely. "Well now, Anne, don't you think you'd better do it and have it over with?" he whispered. "It'll have to be done sooner or later, you know, for Marilla's a dreadful deter-mined woman dreadful determined, Anne. Do it right off, I say, and have it over." "Do you mean apologize to Mrs.
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