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There was nothing irresolute or shabby in Gaunt's voice, however, as he greeted the old man, clear, thin, nervous. Scofield looked at him wistfully. "Dunnot drive David off, Dody," he whispered; "I think he's summat on his mind. What d'ye think's his last whimsey? Told me he's goin' off in the mornin', Lord knows where, nor for how long.
The health of such a young man could not stand the strain on his nervous system, and he was obliged to leave Rome for recreation; he therefore made the tour of Greece and Asia Minor, which every fashionable and cultivated man was supposed to do.
We know from medical science that the whole body is traversed by a network of nerves which serve as the channels of communication between the indwelling spiritual ego, which we call mind, and the functions of the external organism. This nervous system is dual.
"What does it mean? I am so fearfully nervous. It is not our house that is on fire." She walked to a window; ah, the fire was near, but a few squares distant; the slight wind, however, would bear it in an opposite direction. There was no occasion for fear. Juliet took up her book again, and read a few pages.
"Oh mother, I had better go up stairs," she cried, starting from her chair. "No dear; you would only be more nervous." "I will, mother." "No, no, dear; you have not time;" and then Aaron Dunn was in the room. She had thought much what she would say to him, but had not yet quite made up her mind. It mattered however but very little.
The thing for you to do is to accept conditions as they are and do your best in them and, really, Lydia, make your best a little better." Lydia was on the point of nervous tears from sheer fatigue, but she clung to her point with a tenacity which in so yielding a nature was profoundly eloquent.
I'm afraid I ramble too much to be a good recording secretary, but this habit belongs to my very own garden books that no critical eyes can see. That reminds me! Father says that he met Bartram Penrose in town last week and that he seemed rather nervous and tired, and worried about nothing, and wanted advice.
She was miserable when they were apart, and nervous about him while he was away; she could never see enough of him, and lived through and for him alone.
The five girls were immediately shown into a small room, which the President used for seeing his friends when he desired a greater privacy than was possible in the large state reception rooms. The girls sat waiting the appearance of the President, each one a little more nervous than the other. "What shall we say, Bab?" Mollie whispered to her sister. "Goodness knows, child!"
"For God's sake!" cried the one nervous man in the room, he who had opened the door. "This is murder!" Melvin smiled, a smile as cheerless as the gleam of wintry starlight on a bit of glass. "Will you fight him, Trevors?" he asked. "With your hands?" "Yes," answered Trevors. "Yes." "Move back the table," commanded Melvin, on his feet in an instant. "And the chairs. Get them back."
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