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For hard it was on Michael, a nerve and mental strain of the severest for him so to control himself as to play-act anger and threat of hurt to his beloved Steward. "Takes him a little time to get over a thing like that," Daughtry explained, as he soothed Michael down. "Now, Killeny! Go fetch 'm slipper! Wait! Fetch 'm one slipper. Fetch 'm two slipper."
But she was to him, striving to float his mouth clear of the salt, saying: "It's all right. It's all right. The worst is right now. Just endure it a minute more, and it will begin to ease." He screamed out, doubled, seized her, and took her down with him. And he nearly did drown her, so well did he play-act his own drowning.
Not I. I met that aged sailorman glad-eyed and beaming, with all the simulated relief at deliverance that a drowning man would display on finding a life-preserver in his last despairing clutch. Here was a man who understood and who would verify my true story to the faces of those sleuth-hounds who did not understand, or, at least, such was what I endeavored to play-act.
Fortunately, Bezobiedoff declined the invitation, and departed. I felt more offended with him than ever. "How can he go on walking about the room and grinning like that?" was my inward reflection. "What are you so angry about?" he asked me suddenly as he halted in front of my chair. "I am merely vexed that you should play-act to me, and to Bezobiedoff, and to yourself."
"I thought he could play-act the thing in his mind too well ever to be the thing itself." "It was Young Islay I meant," said her father. "A smart fellow; he's home on leave from his corps, and he promises to come some day this week to see the girl whose father has some reason to be grateful to him."
The opium still worked in his brain, so that he could play-act cruelly, while at the same time he appraised and appreciated her stress of control and will that showed in her drawn face, and the terror of death in her eyes, with beyond it and behind it, in her eyes and through her eyes, the something more of the spirit of courage, and higher thought, and resolution.
Paula heard her husband ask with one of his abrupt shifts that she knew of old time tokened his drawing together the many threads of a situation and proceeding to action. "Raoul Bena." "What's his rank?" "Colonel he's got about seventy ragamuffins." "What did he do before he quit work?" "Sheep-herder." "Very well." Dick's utterance was quick and sharp. "You've got to play-act. Become a patriot.
You were takin' her East to teach her to play-act for you. I don't know whether you done so or not, but I've come here to learn where she is so that I can find out if she's the woman I'm lookin' for." Morena smiled kindly. "You've come a long way, Mr. Landis, on an uncertainty." "Yes, sir." Pierre did not smile. He was holding himself steady. "But I'm used to uncertainty.
I've had a talk with Peter. It simply had to come, for we couldn't continue to play-act and evade realities. The time arrived for getting down to brass tacks. And even now the brass tacks aren't as clear-cut as I'd like them to be. But Peter is not and never was a car-thief. That beetle-headed suspicion has passed slowly but surely away, like a snow-man confronted by a too affectionate sun.
If you become the soldier you play-act to-day you'll please the Paymaster; I could scarcely wish for better and and I maybe wished for worse." That night Gilian went to bed in his garret while yet the daylight was abroad and the birds were still chattering in the pear-trees in the garden.
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