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Drowsy warmth was streaming down from the flies, and in the wings, which were lit by vivid patches of light, only a few people remained, talking in low voices or making off on tiptoe.
He drank his coffee at one draught, pushed back his chair, threw away the cigarette he had just lit. "Listen!" he said. Zuleika folded her hands on her lap. "You do not love me. I accept as final your hint that you never will love me. I need not say could not, indeed, ever say how deeply, deeply you have pained me. As lover, I am rejected.
He did not rebuke me for such gross lack of discipline and respect in fact, he seemed scarcely to heed at all what I said, but seated himself at the foot of a pine tree and lit his pipe.
Our first job is to get hold of Waverley." "But only two of you! Grave Street isn't exactly a nice place. If there is trouble " "We'll risk that, sir," said Foyle, stiffening a trifle. He went back to his own room and signed a few letters. Some words through a speaking-tube brought Green in, stolid, gloomy, imperturbable. The chief inspector accepted and lit a cigar.
"He kissed me," she said without any change of tone. Helen started, looked at her, but could not make out what she felt. "M-m-m'yes," she said, after a pause. "I thought he was that kind of man." "What kind of man?" said Rachel. "Pompous and sentimental." "I like him," said Rachel. "So you really didn't mind?" For the first time since Helen had known her Rachel's eyes lit up brightly.
In Paris girls ran into the street and threw their arms about the brave "Marocs" as they marched by, but the lady with the little girls felt that they were a trifle smelly, and, fishing out a bottle of scent, she wet a handkerchief with it and passed it round. The young Frenchman lit a match three-twenty.
One of the first objects upon which his eyes lit was the young lieutenant, looking weak and pale, as he sat there in uniform for the first time during many days. Tom Fillot and the rest of the prize crew were in front, and as Mark shrinkingly marched up to where the captain was waiting, Mr Russell gave him a friendly smile, and the first lieutenant one of his frowning nods.
It was her very voice that was speaking to him, and in imagination he went about with her. He strolled with her over the crisp grass, whitened with hoar-frost, of the Regent's Park; he hurried home with her in the chill gray afternoons the yellow gas-lamps being lit to the little tea-table. When she visited a picture gallery, she sent him a full report of that, even.
So I told those lads to h'ist the tent an' get supper ready more to cheer them than anything else an' then I lit the pine torch I'd brought along, and struck into the cavern, bent on going clear through if I could, and the rest of my story you fellows know. It was a narrow escape, I tell you." "It was the worst adventure I ever had," said Ned.
"How did you know that?" "You never smoke just before dinner unless your nerves are ragged. . . . What is it?" "Money." "Of course. No one in New York worries about anything else." "But this is serious," protested she. "I've been thinking about your marriage and what'll become of Clayton and me?" She halted, red with embarrassment. Norman lit a cigarette himself.
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