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Whatever emotion it produced, she kept a still face, except, perhaps, a little trembling of the lip. Could I be certain that there was any mortal complaint? Why, no, I could not be certain; but it looked alarming to me. He shall have some of my life, she said.
As the wife of the president of the Greater Consolidated Copper Company the immense combine that takes in practically all the larger copper properties in the country I should come in for a share of reflected glory, you know." Ridgway bit his lip and took a deep breath, but before he had found words she was off again. She had no intention of letting him descent from the rack yet.
He rose to his feet and stood gnawing his lower lip agitatedly. How much did Sangster know, he wondered, about Cynthia? He would have liked to refuse to see him, but well, they would have to meet sooner or later, and, after all, Sangster had been a good friend to him in more ways than one. Jimmy said: "Hallo, old chap!" with rather forced affability when Sangster entered. The two men shook hands.
"Do you too," said Pausanias, gnawing his nether lip, "Do you too, Polydorus; you too, Gelon, agree with Cleomenes, that, if Athens is better fitted than Sparta for the sovereignty of the seas, we should yield to that restless rival so perilous a power?" "Ships cost gold," said Polydorus. "Spartans have none to spare. Mariners require skilful captains; Spartans know nothing of the sea."
She bit her lip, took firm hold on her honesty and her courage, and went on steadily. "He came because he wanted money. I've wanted to see you since, to tell you that I misjudged you. I know all about your trouble, and I want you to know that I think you are that you did quite right. You are to understand that I cannot honestly uphold Harry. He is not the kind of brother I thought."
"In the name of heaven, Grafton, don't alarm the house!" said Clarence, in a terrified whisper. His lip trembled with emotion, and Arthur's dark eyes flashed with fire. There was a shade of pitiful scorn in them, too. After all, what a mere boy this delicate youth looked, he thought. Perhaps he was too harsh.
The name "Jerusalem" escaped from every lip; some leaped and shouted, some kneeled and prayed, some wept, some threw themselves prostrate and kissed the earth, some gazed and trembled. "All had much ado," says the quaint Fuller, "to manage so much gladness." Preparations for a siege were soon under way.
Even poetry can only affect us when it exists in the form of words produced by lip or pen. Between the glowing thought of the poet and the corresponding emotion produced in ourselves there must intervene some form of technique i.e., some application of neuro-muscular action. This latter term is a convenient one, and has been already explained.
Suddenly I found myself running across the north end of Black Hawk in my nightshirt, just as one sometimes finds one’s self behaving in bad dreams. When I got home I climbed in at the kitchen window. I was covered with blood from my nose and lip, but I was too sick to do anything about it.
"The wound is deep and ragged. Hold still," commanded Mr. Peter Forbes. "You have been a soldier, Captain Bonnet, commended for valor on the fields of Europe and holding the king's commission. Why not seek pardon and serve with the armed forces of this province? My services in the matter are yours to command." Stede Bonnet frowned and bit his lip.
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