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Mrs. Becker frankly yawned through them, nictitating, as it were, during the long narrative passages of the symphony or occupied with the personnel of the audience. "Look, Lilly," whispering behind her unopened program, "that's a pretty idea over there on that red-haired girl. See the way the baby ribbon is run through the sleeves. Do you want a dress like that?" "Sh-h-h-h, mamma!
The rough, inert pebbles silently attested the obvious manner of death which simultaneously forced itself upon the three men the cowardly blow of an assassin, a dying struggle, perhaps, for the contents of the box, and this the end! From outside came sharply in the silence the rattle of wheels on the gravel of the road, and a vehicle stopped in front of the door. "Sh-h-h-h!" warned the chief.
"If you are ashamed of your mother, maybe you had better not be seen out with her again. All I am good for is to stint and manage to get you pretty clothes." "No, n-no, mamma, I didn't mean that, dear." "For a horse-face like him I won't be made little." "Sh-h-h-h, dear! The whole street car doesn't need to hear." "I wouldn't give a row of pins for ten like him." "Mamma, the way you talked."
He jingled a handful of loose coins from his pocket to his palm. "Cheer up, ma; if the old man will raise my salary I'll blow you to a wheelbarrow trip through Europe myself." "'Sh-h-h-h, Izzy! Here comes Miriam. I don't want you should tease her one more word to make her mad. You hear?"
"He will not go with you at all, Nat," gloated the old man. "Ho, ho, we are playing at his own game treachery. When he calls at my place you will be aboard ship." "But I should like to have a talk with him alone, and in the woods. God I know a man at Grand Traverse Bay whose wife and daughter " "Sh-h-h-h!" interrupted the councilor. "Would you kill little Winnsome's father?" "Her father?
"'Sh-h-h-h, mamma, the whole boat don't need to know." "Be good to her, Irving!" "Like I just like I could be anything else to her, mamma!" "Good-by, mamma darling. Don't cry so, I tell you! Let me go, please, mamma, please! Good-by, papa darling, take good care of yourself and I just love you, papa! Ray, have a grand time and don't miss none of it.
It was that hour when the old hunter on the trail takes off his pack, silently gathers wood for a fire, eats his dinner and smokes his pipe, eyes and ears alert; that hour when if you speak above a whisper, he will say to you, "Sh-h-h-h! Be quiet! You can't tell how near we are to game. Everything has had its morning feed and is lying low.
"Phonzie, ain't he ain't he the softest little darling! Gawd! how how she'll love to to be wheeling him!" His fingers fumbled with excitement and fell to strapping and buckling with a great show and a great ineffectually. "Here, help me let down the glass top." "'Sh-h-h-h! Every word carries in this flat." "Now!" "Now!" "You wheel him down and in on her, Gert."
Just once he had tried it, never afterwards. Kathryn had laughed self-consciously, had bade him Sh-h-h-h! Then she had given him a pecking sort of kiss, and had wriggled out of his arms. While she had rearranged her dismantled pompadour, suspiciously awry since her husband's unwonted caress, she had explained quite carelessly that he need not worry.
"Sh-h-h-h!" warned Lieutenant Mackinson in a whisper, while Tom Rawle, quietly chuckling at the fat lad's misfortune, aided him to his feet. "Down flat!" said Mackinson again, as he discerned several shadows moving across a space a considerable distance to the north of them. For fully ten minutes, which seemed like an hour, they lay there, not daring to move.
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