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Polly looked over Jasper's arm, and scanned the sketch. "I never saw anything so lovely!" she exclaimed. "And it's just alive! Isn't it, Jasper?" "Yes, it is splendid," he said enthusiastically; "and that's the best part of it it's alive, Polly, as you say." "I'd give anything in all this world, Adela, if I could draw like that," mourned Polly.
While in search of hogs, their object was also to explore the island. They made their way across to the northern side. It consisted of deep indentations and high rocks, to the top of one of which they climbed; they could make out in the far distance another island to the north of them. Though they narrowly scanned the ocean in every direction, no sail was to be seen.
Yours is the story we want now, if you're up to telling it. What happened out there on the Red Bank road?" Burns scanned him. "How do you know what road?" "Your friend Mr. Chester's detective instincts. He says there's no other red clay like that that plasters your car. By the way, that's a fast machine of yours. Did you lose control on the hill?" "That's it," acknowledged Burns simply.
Hannah Ann and Henry had disappeared with the remains of the feast and the four were alone in the big solid structure, with hay mows on either side of their banqueting floor and a smell of dry, sweet herbage in the air. Bruce scanned the rushing yellow clouds. "Better shut the windows there, Miss Pat," he said. "I'll close the doors and then we'll hustle. It's going to be a stunner when it comes."
"What do you call those?" I asked, breathless. He scanned them carefully with his experienced eye. "Is it the microbes ye mean?" he answered. "An' what 'ud they be, then, if it wasn't the bacillus of pyaemia?" "Blood-poisoning!" I ejaculated, horror-struck. "Aye; blood-poisoning: that's the English of it." I assumed an air of indifference.
From this eyrie they scanned the sea with their glasses, and the appearance of a sail in the dim distance would be the signal for a mad chase to see which piratical felucca could first overhaul the stranger. Uncle Sam had something to do with breaking up this tremendous pirates' den, and France has since redeemed it.
He's sick!" Marilyn smiled: "But I wanted to see Cherry," she said, "Aren't you her mother? Don't you remember me? I'm Marilyn Severn, her old music teacher. Is Cherry in?" A frightened look passed over the woman's face as she scanned the sweet face before her, and then a wily expression darted into her eyes: "Oh," she said with a forced smirk, "Yes, Miss Marilyn.
Almost exactly a month later another UFO did appear, or at least at the time the camera crews thought that it was a UFO. This time the crews were ready when the call went out over the telephone net that a UFO had been spotted, all of the crews scanned the sky. Two of the crews saw it and shot several feet of film as the shiny, bright object streaked across the sky.
The boy removed his cap, took the proffered chair, and said somewhat hesitatingly, "I heard you wanted a riding boy." "Well, I do, an' I don't. I don't know as I said I did, but," and he scanned the little figure closely, "if I could get a decent lightweight that hadn't the hands of a blacksmith, an' the morals of a burglar, I might give him a trial.
He said nothing, however; took her face in his hands, and scanned it earnestly, as if reading all that had passed during his long absence. Presently he asked: "So you would not marry Lindsay and go to Congress. Why not?" "Who told you anything about him?" "No matter. Why did not you marry him?" "Because I did not love him." "He is a noble-hearted, generous man."
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