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No tongue dared to utter the retort which must have fermented in every brain. But his explanations and appeals did not satisfy every Frenchman. Many were appalled at the frightful drain on the nation's strength. They asked in private how the deficit of 1812 and the further expenses of 1813 were to be met, even if he allotted the communal domains to the service of the State.
Under the spell of this admonition, the Irishman contented himself with subterranean mutterings, to which his wife discreetly paid no attention. "But what's it all about?" Ferguson inquired sharply, of his daughter. "Ah, forget it!" came the unfilial retort. Then, recalling the Vere De Vere, she amended her statement: "I mean, father dear, do not make a scene, I beg of you." "A scene!"
Presently came a sharp retort from Raeburn, ending with the perfectly warrantable accusation that Mr. Randolph was wandering from the subject of the evening merely to indulge his personal spite. The audience was beginning to be roused by the unfairness, and a storm might have ensued had not Mr. Randolph unintentionally turned the whole proceedings from tragedy to farce.
Dalgren simply can't pitch and he hasn't sand enough to learn." A hot retort trembled upon Madge Ellston's lips, but she withheld it and quietly watched Carroll. How complacent he was, how utterly self-contained! "And Billie Sheldon wasn't it good to see him brace? What hitting! . .. That home run!" "Sheldon flashed up today. That's the worst of such players. This talk of his slump is all rot.
It was on Macgregor's tongue to retort that he had never thought of any such thing, when his father went on 'An' as for yer mither, it'll be a terrible surprise to her. I suppose ye'U be tellin', her as sune's ye get back ? 'Ay. . . . Are ye no pleased about it? 'Me? Mr. Robinson scratched his head. 'Takin' it for granted that ye're serious aboot the thing, I was never pleaseder.
Recollections of Lady Charlotte's plain hints regarding the lady present resolved to the gross retort, that her eyes were beautiful. And he knew them there lay the strangeness. They were known beautiful eyes, in a foreign land of night and mist. Lord Ormont was discoursing with racy eloquence of our hold on India: his views in which respect were those of Cuper's boys.
He mistook the reason, and she could not very well explain that her blushes were due to the last wordless retort of the retiring "old love," whose hand had gone up in a ridiculous bless-you-my-children attitude just before he left her. Their conversation started stiffly. He had come, he explained, to say good-by. He was leaving the State to go to Washington prior to the opening of the session.
"A very feminine retort!" observed Bryce. "But there is no malice in it? Your anger won't last more than shall we say a day?" "You may say what you like," she replied. "As I just said, I have nothing to say now or at any time." "That remains to be proved," remarked Bryce. "The phrase is one of much elasticity. But for the present I go!"
What did you mean, for instance, by your question to the coroner at the first hearing?" "I thought Grant was guilty, and I think so still," came the savage retort. "A nice juryman you are, I must say! May I trouble you to pass the sugar?" "Look here! What are you gettin' at? Damme if I can see through your game. What is it?" "I didn't want to worry poor Peggy.
He looked at her hard before answering; then: "Ask Darrow!" he said. "Owen Owen!" Sophy Viner murmured. Anna stood looking from one to the other. It had become apparent to her in a flash that Owen's retort, though it startled Sophy, did not take her by surprise; and the discovery shot its light along dark distances of fear.
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