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"I will go in and pay my respects to your wife," said he; at which Rawdon said, "Hm, as you please," looking very glum, and at which the two young officers exchanged knowing glances. George parted from them and strutted down the lobby to the General's box, the number of which he had carefully counted.
The judges were silenced; one of them picked up from the table a loose sheet of paper, which was the judgment they had drawn up, and put the paper in his pocket. Then they went away. The Commissary pointed to the door where the bayonets were, and said, "That way." They went out by the lobby between two ranks of soldiers. The detachment of Republican Guards escorted them as far as the St.
Even while he was in the act of speaking, however, Lord Sherbrooke entered the lobby in haste, and advanced immediately towards him, saying, "Why, Wilton, I have been seeking you all over the house. Where, in Fortune's name, have you been? The Duke and Lady Laura have both been inquiring after you most tenderly, and wondering that you have not been to see them in their box."
These last words were pronounced with such extraordinary vigour that four gentlemen seemed to be physically impelled from the room. Three of them Austen recognized as dismissed and disgruntled soldiers from the lobby army of the Northeastern; the fourth was the Honourable Galusha Hammer, whose mode of progress might be described as "stalking," and whose lips were forming the word "intolerable."
They were forced to mortgage their future work and that of their families to the drug plants that were run by the Lobby. "And they just turned your wife away?" Doc asked. He couldn't quite believe that of Chris. "Well, I dunno. She wouldn't talk much. Twice she went and they gave her something. Cost every cent I could borrow.
Her eyes were wide opened, and terror-stricken, the pupils contracted almost to vanishing point. She wore a magnificent cloak of civet fur wrapped tightly about her, and, as Leroux opened the door, she tottered past him into the lobby, glancing back over her shoulder. With his upraised hands plunged pathetically into the mop of his hair, Leroux turned and stared at the intruder.
"Price!" exclaimed Montague. "Yes," said the other. "I saw him down in the lobby. I rather thought he'd come." "But to a conference with Waterman!" exclaimed Montague. "That's all right," said Bates. "Why not?" "But they are deadly enemies!" "Oh," said the other, "you don't want to let yourself believe things like that." "What do you mean?" protested Montague. "Do you suppose they're not enemies?"
But in the lobby of his house the house which he had planned a dozen years earlier, to the special end of minimizing domestic labour, and which he had always kept up to date with the latest devices in his lobby the spectacle of a vile, outworn hand-brush at tea-time amounted to a scandal.
Julia didn't know, but she did know that, for this moment, the answer did not matter. As the fog swirled and filled the lobby, and as the muffled sounds of fighting echoed dully in her ears, she found herself at the doors. She reached out and pushed them, and they swung open without resistance. Behind her, she heard Uncle Justin call her name from somewhere in the lobby.
"You couldn't afford to, if what I hear about them is true. Though you might be able to sell the gift and wipe out that thousand." "Hang the thousand! I had almost forgotten it again." In the lobby of the club, as they were about to enter the coat-room, Hillard ran into one of several gentlemen issuing. "Pardon me," he said, stepping aside.
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