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"But, say, listen! Don't ye know the name of the street ye want?" "No only that it's some kind of an avenue," desponded Pollyanna. "A avenOO, is it? Sure, now, some class to that! We're doin' fine. What's the number of the house? Can ye tell me that? Just scratch your head!" "Scratch my head?" Pollyanna frowned questioningly, and raised a tentative hand to her hair. The boy eyed her with disdain.
One of these city gentlemen, I bet! Now, you girls, you ain’t goin’ to let that floor get cold?” Ántonia seemed frightened at first, and kept looking questioningly at Lena and Tiny over Willy O’Reilly’s shoulder. Tiny Soderball was trim and slender, with lively little feet and pretty ankles—she wore her dresses very short.
"Look at me, Juan," she commanded, and waited till he obeyed. "Pedro it was that shot at this man Gordon. Is it not so?" His eyes grew wide. "Some one has told?" he said questioningly. "No matter. It was he. Yesterday the American saved his life. Surely Pedro does not still " She did not finish in words, but her eyes chiseled into his stolid will to keep silent. "The stranger invites evil.
At the sound of the bellowing the Ho-don warriors, some of whom had accompanied Tarzan from Ja-don's camp to Ja-lur, looked questioningly at the ape-man while Om-at's Waz-don looked for trees, since the gryf was the one creature of Pal-ul-don which might not be safely encountered even by a great multitude of warriors.
Presently she said once more: "You know what is in my heart don't you?" "Do I?" he said. "All?" "All. My heart is full of one thing quite full." "Then I know." "And," she hesitated, then added, "and yours?" "Mine too." "I know all that is in it then?" She still spoke questioningly. He did not reply, but held her more closely, with a grasp that was feverish in its intensity.
The educated Christians and the heathen looked at each other questioningly, when Io said, "What dost thou say? Shall my son be thy deliverer?" And when Prometheus answered, "He will be the third scion after ten generations," a murmur broke out in the theatre.
Harsanyi glanced questioningly at her husband, but he was looking intently at the toes of his boots, shading his forehead with his long white hand. When Thea finished the hymn she did not turn around, but immediately began "The Ninety and Nine." Mrs. Harsanyi kept trying to catch her husband's eye; but his chin only sank lower on his collar.
The sound of his voice brought a returning calm to the others, and they resumed their seats all save Mr. Cawthorne, who walked over to a window with the three spheres in his hand and stood there examining them under his glass. "You gentlemen know, of course, the natural shape of the diamond in the rough?" Mr. Wynne resumed questioningly.
The effect of this was to make me anything but self-complacent. She sat down in the chair and for a little while she was silent. "Suppose we do find them," she said suddenly. "What shall we do with them?" She looked up at me questioningly, seriously. "Is it likely that your Mr. Temple will be reconciled with his mother? Is it likely that he is still in love with Antoinette?"
Men are ruled by wit though they are won by faces. So she says. Well, I don't know. Wit is not in my line." She looked at me half questioningly, half defiantly. "I perceive no deficiency in the quality, mademoiselle," said I. "Then you have not known witty women," she retorted tranquilly. "But I am not altogether dull. I am not like Monseigneur there." "My brother-in-law?" "So I am told."
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