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I lay in a large and handsomely-furnished apartment, in which the hand of taste was as evident in all the decorations as the unsparing employment of wealth; the silk draperies of my bed, the inlaid tables, the ormolu ornaments which glittered upon the chimney, were one by one so many puzzles to my erring senses, and I opened and shut my eyes again and again, and essayed by every means in my power to ascertain if they were not the visionary creations of a fevered mind.
He has released me from the thraldom of Grey Town and introduced me to the larger life," he answered. "Whatever you do, don't speak to him of Sylvia, or I shall laugh," cried Molly on meeting Denis Quirk. "You are speaking Dutch puzzles, Miss Molly. Who and what are he and Sylvia?" he answered. "Desmond O'Connor is him, and Sylvia a spirit, just a woman that's ethereal and a spirit.
"There is one thing that puzzles me, Sir Lucius," he said. "How did these papers come into your hands? They could not have been among my mother's effects." "Are you aware," replied Sir Lucius, "that on the night after your mother's death her house in Bayswater was broken into by a burglar?" "Yes; I remember that."
Sarah Brandon, now Countess Ville-Handry, was surrounded by that strange aristocracy which has risen upon the ruins of old Paris, a contraband aristocracy, a dangerous kind of high life, which, by its unheard-of extravagance and mysterious splendor, dazzles the multitude, and puzzles the police. The young countess did not exactly receive people notoriously tainted.
"My dear Belviso," I said, "Virginia is liable to impulse, it may be admitted; but she is never likely to forget what wifely duty involves. I was not a cruel husband to her, and left her through no fault of my own. I will answer for her that she will be a good wife." "A good wife for Francesco the carpenter," said Belviso. "Yes, it may be so, though I own that her marriage puzzles me.
"What puzzles me is, where's the remains of the fellow's generator and wireless?" said Barney. "Don't see anything down there in the ruins, do you?" Instantly all eyes were turned toward the smouldering piles of ashes. "The place was wired all right," said the Major, pointing to a mass of tangled lighting wire. "Say! What's that out in the center?" exclaimed Barney.
No, wait a minute! She'd be afraid to do that if she was a Society woman." "It might be her who killed him," said the girl. "Does Fred think that?" asked Kemp, looking at her closely. "Fred doesn't know what to think," she replied. "But it must have been this woman or Hill who killed him. I feel sure myself that it was Hill." "This woman puzzles me," said Kemp thoughtfully.
At these times his eyes, which were of a tawny gold, seemed to contain secrets difficult to associate with one of his age. "He puzzles me," said Polecrab. "He has a soul like sap, and he's interested in nothing. He may turn out to be the most remarkable of the bunch." Maskull took the child in one hand, and lifted him as high as his head. He took a good look at him, and set him down again.
"There is much truth and much good sense in what you say, Malachi indeed, I think it almost at once decides the point, and that we must not consent to his terms; but then what must we do to recover the boy?" "That is the question which puzzles me," replied Alfred, "for I perfectly agree with Malachi, that we must not give him arms and ammunition, and I doubt if he would accept of any thing else."
What a man he is! he has surely dropped right down from the skies! One evening when I was sick he gave me my medicine himself, and would have sat up with me all night if I had been willing to let him. You must tell me who he is, for it puzzles me greatly. He has the head of some grand lion; he is as generous as he is handsome, but very sad. He must have some great sorrow on his heart.
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