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We want to double our allotment for Shopton, and beat out some of the other towns in this section. I'll go to see Mr. Swift." On his way to find Tom's father Ned passed the big building in front of which Eradicate and Koku were on guard. They nodded to Ned, who passed them, wondering much as to what it was Tom was so secretive about.

But that Cecil should have talked loosely of so vital, so terrible a secret? No. The grave itself was not more secretive than that quiet schemer, of whom nothing ever seemed to be known. And to a negro boy! No, a thousand times, no! Stay was this boy a negro boy? Suspicion changed its seat in the wily Cuban's brain. That point, at least, he would find out, and swiftly.

Boris's eyes were balls of fire, and his feet made a stealthy, scuffling sound on the flagged floor. The little spring bubbling in its stone basin was like a whispering, secretive voice. Achmet stooped down, over in one corner. Then, shading a very modern flash-light with a fold of his robe, he showed me one of the square flags lifted, and a black hole yawning in the floor. I backed away.

He was an enigma to me then. He sincerely loved me, he cherished ambitions concerning me, yet thwarted every natural, budding growth, until I grew unconsciously to regard him as my enemy, although I had an affection for him and a pride in him that flared up at times. Instead of confiding to him my aspirations, vague though they were, I became more and more secretive as I grew older.

Whereupon Aunt M'riar looked incredulous, and read the label, and smelt the bottle, and put it back on the mantelshelf. And Uncle Mo asked for the wineglass broke off short, out of the cupboard; because it was always best to be beforehand, whether you had anything the matter or not. Whatever Aunt M'riar said, Dave was not secretive.

And I think he loves me and might marry me and make me a good woman again. . . . You mustn't ever tell John or anybody about that that dreadful man I went with will you, dear?" "What do you take me for?" said Susan. "I've told Fatty I was a good girl until I met him. You haven't told John about yourself?" Susan shook her head. "I suppose not. You're so secretive. You really think I ought to go?"

But she won't have no truck with me... nor nobody.... She hain't never left nothin' layin' around her room that a body could git any idee about her from. Secretive, I call it." "Maybe," said the mercenary, "she's got a past." "One thing's certain, if she don't look better 'fore she looks worse, she won't have a long future." That seemed to be a true saying. Ruth felt something of it.

Who are you going to take out in a sleigh? There's a girl in it, is there?" "Not yet, Tom," said Austen. "I've often asked myself why I ever had any use for such a secretive cuss as you," declared young Mr. Gaylord. "But if you're really goin' to get interested in girls, you ought to see old Flint's daughter. I wrote you about her.

I suppose it's the laboratory that attracts me here, as it did my father, playing with the ancient forces of the world in these Arcadian surroundings Arcady without beauty or Arcadians." He glanced up at his mother's picture. "No, she never liked it a very silent woman, secretive almost." Suddenly her eyes flared up. Anger possessed her. She choked it down.

Yet, if she shut her eyes, Marcella could perfectly recall the diamonds on the neck and arms of that white figure of her childhood could see herself as a baby playing with the treasures of her mother's jewel-box. Nowadays, Mrs. Boyce was very secretive and reserved about her personal possessions.