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My voice trembled in the upper bars of a feline love-song, quavered, descended, swelling again into an intimation that I brooked no rival, and ended with a magnificent crescendo. "I finished, somewhat abashed, and glanced askance at the professor and his daughter, but the one sat nonchalantly disentangling his coat-tails, and the other was apparently absorbed in the distant landscape.
"Can you direct me to Judge Harbottle's house? I have some intelligence of the very last importance to communicate to him." "Can you tell it before witnesses?" asked the Judge. "By no means; it must reach his ear only," quavered the old man earnestly. "If that be so, sir, you have only to accompany me a few steps farther to reach my house, and obtain a private audience; for I am Judge Harbottle."
After luncheon Henry again tentatively touched on sight- seeing. "'Tain't far," he said. He consulted the slip of directions the clerk had given him, and went on expansively, "We take the cross-town line at Fifty-ninth Street, transfer to a Broadway car " Maria shivered. "My, Henry," she quavered, "that sounds dreadful mixed. I'm afraid we'll get lost."
A deep megaphoned voice announced the New York train. "Your ticket?" I reminded. "I have it. I was going anyway," she replied. "Well, then," I said, and opened my bag and produced the two checks. She took them. "Promise me, Ruth, promise always to let me know always if you need anything, or are unhappy." Her eyes suddenly brimmed with tears. Her under lip quavered. She broke down at last.
"My God! my God!" the man exclaimed, his eyes swimming with tears, "what is to become of us?" Henriette endeavored to comfort them, but it was in a voice that quavered strangely. "You have been preserved to each other, you are safe and unharmed; your three little girls are left you. What reason have you to complain?"
Nearly nineteen years ago he had seen the Dewáli Feast of Lights; had been driven, sitting on his mother's knee, through a fairy city outlined in tremulous points of flame, down to the shore of the Mán Sagar Lake, where the lights quavered and ran together and the dead ruins came alive with them.
She had no time for it. "Tommy," she said, "I've been thinking. I've got to earn more money, and I want your help." Tommy's faithful eyes held a look of doglike affection. "Oh, if I can " he quavered. "I've got to get ahead." Jane was breathless. Her eyes shone. "I've got to get ahead, Tommy. I can't live all my life like this." She held up the pink strip.
Aunt Ellen, creaking in her new silks, toiled up the stairs, an old, shaky hand on the balustrade. "Come up, girls," she quavered; "you must be dead tired." "Well," breathed Lorry with questioning eyes on her sister, "how was it?" Chrystie jumped at her and folded her in a rapturous embrace. "Oh, it was maddening, blissful, rip-roarious!
I don't think I am going to faint, but I do feel so so upset." Jane was at her side kneeling by her. "Please, my lady, lie down," she begged. "Please do." But she did not lie down. She sat trembling and looking at the girl in a pathetic, puzzled fashion. "I don't think," she quavered, "that his lordship can have received my letter. He can't have received it. He doesn't say anything.
"And is that all you have to say? Isn't it rather sad? Isn't it sudden? Come, Mr. Ferris, do be a little complimentary, for once!" "It's sudden, and I can assure you it's sad enough for me," replied the painter, in a tone which could not leave any doubt of his sincerity. "Well, so it is for us," quavered Mrs. Vervain.
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