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She is not like you, my darling, and never was: it is only bare justice to say that. Don't cry any more. There; and there; and there!" He kissed her on one side, and on the other, and in the middle, and rebolted the front door. The next morning it was wet.
They unfastened all the ropes but the one about his neck, pulled him out of the wagon, dragged him off to the log corncrib, shoved him in, untied the rope, and bolted the door. Then the burly man shoved in a pone of cornbread and a pan of water. "You go to town to-morrow, Sam," he said as he rebolted the door. "Just hang around and listen.
She stood upon the hearthstone while the servant rebolted the door, and then asked, "Is dinner served, Noel?" "It be over, Miss Charlotte." So she went to her own room. It was chilly and dreary. The fire had been allowed to die down, and had only just been replenished. It was smoking also, and the candles on her toilet-table burned dimly in the damp atmosphere.
It takes you right into the office. We keep it bolted from the inside, so no trouble can't come, see?" He unbolted and opened the door a crack to show her, closed and rebolted it. Then starting her up the stairs, McAlpin jerked the crazy vizor on his forehead into a fashion once more simulating child-like frankness and disappeared by the way he had come.
"Good night, old bird," cried Jim, following his colleague. "So-long." The door closed, and Sin Sin Wa, shuffling across, rebolted it. As Sir Lucien came out from his hiding-place Sin Sin Wa returned to his seat on the tea-chest, first putting the glass, unwashed, and the rum bottle back in the cupboard. To the ordinary observer the Chinaman presents an inscrutable mystery.
One of the workmen carefully rebolted the door, yawned sleepily and followed his comrades toward the companionway. As he passed he grunted something to Caradoc. Madden's heart beat faster lest they should be discovered at this last hour. He had no idea what mission moved the Englishman, but he sensed that here was his destination.
Four evenings later Frank Norris, with the other three boys, slipped out after prayers were over, and started on their expedition. Frank's fag closed the door noiselessly behind them and rebolted it; he had strict orders to take his place at an upper window at eleven o'clock and watch for their return.
You had better take them, in case we are pursued, which is not likely. At any rate, should one of them wake the want of a gun will mean delay in raising the alarm. "Don't speak, senors; it is as well to keep quiet till we are fairly off." He shut the door and rebolted it, and then led the way down into the road.
"Open the door! Open the door!" And now I heard the coming footsteps along the hall within; heavy bolts were withdrawn the door swung open and Hilton, pale-faced, appeared. His hand shot out, grabbed my coat collar; and weak, exhausted, I found myself snatched into safety, and the door rebolted. "Thank God!" I whispered. "Thank God! Hilton, look to all your bolts and fastenings. Hell is outside!"
"I wouldn't fret if I were you, Lady Jane. Be sure you let me know when mother's telegram arrives." "Yes, dear; I will bring it up here and read it to you. It will probably not be long now before we get it." Lady Jane left the room, and Rosamund rebolted the door. Then she sat down to enjoy her lunch.
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