United States or Saint Pierre and Miquelon ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
But if he ate very little, he talked a great deal; he talked about business, going into a hundred details in which I was quite unable to follow him. His talk was not angry nor bitter; it was a long, meditative, melancholy monologue; if it had been a trifle less incoherent I should almost have called it philosophic.
Lord! but what would the old man or that infernal prig of a brother of yours say, if they could only see you now? A monologue artist at the Gayety was bad enough, but this, this is the limit." There was a flash of something white and glittering within six inches of his face, a sharp click, and an eye looked directly into his own across a short steel barrel. "Go!"
Whenever his thoughts reached that particular point, Raf tried to think of something else, to break the chain of dismal foreboding. How? By joining in Wonstead's monologue of complaint and regret? Raf had heard the same words over and over so often that they no longer had any meaning except as a series of sounds he might miss if the man who shared this pocket were suddenly stricken dumb.
After hanging around in there for about half an hour I would be permitted to glide into the big boss. I had a nice little monologue framed up as to my virtues no, that's the wrong word ability. "None of the managers asked me what I had done, but what did I GET. "When I called on the gentlemen by whom I am now employed he said: 'Talent? Oh, piffle! Can you wear tights? He said that to me.
This maneuver was accompanied by a little tacit monologue. "Ah! you want to humble me, do you? you, whom I have seen so young you, whom I have served as I would my own child, you, whom I have served as I would a God that is to say, for nothing.
"Nix on the burgle for yours truly. I must take the next train back to the woods. Otherwise wee wifey may suspect something and begin to pass me out the zero language. But I like the burglar idea. Couldn't you do it as a monologue?" "What! all by my lonesome?" cried Bunch. "Say! John, doesn't that sound like making me work a trifle too hard to get my own goods back ?"
No sir, I'll go to Washington first and choke the deed out of his dirty pocket." "Did Bob go to Washington?" quavered Mrs. Peabody, her mind seizing on this concrete fact, the one statement she could understand in her husband's monologue. "How'd you find out, Joseph?" "Not through Betty," returned Peabody grimly. "She's willing to take the scoundrel's part against honest folks any time.
This is the story of character, in the form of dramatic monologue. There is only one speaker, but we know by his words that another is present and can infer his part in the conversation. This story has the additional values of humor and local color. Copyright, 1896, by The Century Co. Yas, sir, wife an' me, we've turned 'Piscopals all on account o' Sonny.
Pearson admitted that, and the remainder of the call was largely a monologue by Captain Elisha. "Well, then, Jim," said the latter, when he rose to go, "you come up Monday or Tuesday of next week. Will you?" "Yes. I I think so." "Don't think, do it. Let me know what train you're comin' on, and I'll meet you at the depot." This last remark was what upset calculations.
The baroness listened to the rector, who was substituting monologue for dialogue unconsciously as he looked at this lamb of his fold, on whose face could be read her anxiety. She colored and trembled. When the worthy man saw the tears in the beautiful eyes of the mother, he was moved to compassion. "I will see Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel to-morrow," he said. "Don't be too uneasy.
Word Of The Day