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I'll stick it on your bayonet-point;" and suiting the action to the word, Tom caught the bayonet-point, put the passport on it, and pulled out his cigar-case. "Mad Englishman!" murmured the gendarme. "So! The passport is correct. But der Herr must consider himself under arrest. Der Herr will give up his death-instrument." "By all means," says Tom: and gives up the revolver.
"We'll have our hands full hazing them, all right!" "Oh, we can do it," declared Bert. "We always have." "Humph! We've been Sophs such a terrible long time," murmured Tom with a smile. Discipline was rather lax that night, and there was much visiting to and fro in the rooms.
She leaned a little closer to him. "I have often wondered," she murmured. "That was the affair down at the Murchison country house, wasn't it?" Richard Beverley assented silently. "Guess we'll drink these cocktails," he said, watching the waiter approach.
Half-a-dozen horsemen were issuing from the House of the Wolf, the ring of their bridles and the sound of their careless voices coming up to us through the clear morning air Bezers' valet, whom we knew by sight, was the last of them. He had a pair of great saddle-bags before him, and at sight of these we uttered a glad exclamation. "He is going!" I murmured, hardly able to believe my eyes.
Lawrence, with enjoyment. 'Why, the first thing the housekeeper said to her was, "So you 're back again!" No one had seen Toffy for ages. He said he had influenza. Mr. Lawrence was going to add some jocular words to the effect that Toffy was a sly dog, but something in Miss Abingdon's face checked him, and he murmured only that it was an awful pity.
"Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those," Wren had murmured, as he read the deeply regretful words of his late accuser and commander, for had not he in his turn, and without delay, also to eat humble pie?
She smiled down upon him. "You are going to stay and have tea with me, aren't you?" He smiled rather doubtfully in answer. "I'd like to. I don't know if I can though." "Why shouldn't you?" she questioned. He folded his long arms about his knees, and murmured something unintelligible. Juliet looked at her watch. "Mrs.
Gryce had left lying on the floor. This small object in such a place seemed to surprise him. He took it up, shook his head, and put it back on the dresser. Then he turned down his master's bed. "Poor fool!" murmured Miss Butterworth as she and her companion crept back to their old place behind the parlor curtains, "he has forgotten everything but his old routine duties.
Joe and Helen wrote to Benny, and in reply received a short letter from him. He said they were getting ready to operate on him, though they would have to wait for a favorable opportunity. "It is the only chance, they say," wrote Benny, "of preventing me from becoming deaf and dumb. But oh, how I dread it! And my mother! I don't know how to tell her." "Poor boy!" murmured Helen.
Her chin was dimpled, and around her pretty mouth lay a soft smile that just parted its redness, as the too ardent sunbeam cleaves open a cherry. "Isabel, bless the darling," murmured Mrs. Chester, as she bent over her child, passing one hand under her beautiful head very carefully, that her fingers might not get entangled in those rich tresses and thus arouse the little sleeper.
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