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It would respond explosively to devices so old, so stale, so worn by repetition, that the wonder was they didn't alienate it, or disgust. The rapid approach and withdrawal of Ranny's hand, his face suddenly hidden behind its pinafore and exposed, still more suddenly, with a cry of "Peep-bo!" its own inspired seizing of Ranny's hair, would move it to delirious laughter or silent strangling frenzy.
It grew later and later, the sun went down, and the sky sent up little puffs of pink clouds overhead. Bubbles lay down on her back, and looked up at the sky. After a while a little star peeped out, then disappeared again, like a baby playing "Peep-bo." "Angels, I reckon," thought Bubbles. "S'pose I won't git to see 'em.
The wild, larderless bird, however, had little time to play. All its wit and energies were devoted to the serious business of life. It knew none of the games that the magpie invented save one, and that was a kind of aerial "peep-bo" to which the brainier bird lured it by means of a prize. The magpie found a moth, big of abdomen, fat, and brown, a tempting morsel to any insectivorous bird.
"He hasn't altered a bit." Miss Evans glanced at him, but said nothing. She was looking instead towards a gentleman of middle age who was peeping round the door indulging in a waggish game of peep-bo with the unconscious Mr. Carter.
"He hasn't altered a bit." Miss Evans glanced at him, but said nothing. She was looking instead towards a gentleman of middle age who was peeping round the door indulging in a waggish game of peep-bo with the unconscious Mr. Carter.
He was a little high-dried man, with a dark squeezed-up face, and small, restless, black eyes, that kept winking and twinkling on each side of his little inquisitive nose, as if they were playing a perpetual game of peep-bo with that feature. He was dressed all in black, with boots as shiny as his eyes, a low white neckcloth, and a clean shirt with a frill to it.
A mile or so away lay the group of islands they had seen before lunch, and close inshore a mass of floating débris bobbed among the waves. "Baskets, I think jettison of sorts. I'm going to get amongst it and go down with the tide, keeping the periscope hidden: it's an old dodge. You can just see the smoke of Gedge's bus coming over the horizon. We'll give him a little game of Peep-bo!"
He has got a lease or a deed or some other sort of document which he has been using to play a sort of idiotic game of Peep-Bo! I couldn't stand him, so I came up here." Thorndyke laughed heartily at my description of his client. "What are you laughing at?" I asked sourly; at which he laughed yet more heartily and added to the aggravation by wiping his eyes.
"What the deuce do you mean by 'Hi'?" I said. "You can't come in," said the face. "Hello, is that Tootles?" "My name is not Tootles, and I don't want to come in," I said. "Are you Mr. Medwin? I've brought back your son." "I see him. Peep-bo, Tootles! Dadda can see 'oo!" The face disappeared with a jerk. I could hear voices. The face reappeared. "Hi!" I churned the gravel madly.
In a moment, from being hugely at my ease, I became the nervous one. I had been playing peep-bo with the unseen, and the tables were turned. My heart beat against my ribs like a hammer. I shuffled my feet, and again there fell the tense silence. 'Mary, I said and the word seemed to explode like a bomb in the stillness 'Mary! It's me Dick Hannay.
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