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"Sh now, as still as death!" he whispered. "Don't you dare move or speak or whisper, or breathe aloud." "I won't!" Nan groaned, crouching low. "He's circling the blind, but he's coming in sure," he whispered. Just then the live decoy goose raised his head, saw his friend in the air, and broke into a shrill cry that rang like a trumpet over the smooth waters of the bay.
The day she lifted her grateful eyes to his and her lips moved in a tremulous question he raised his hand gently. "Sh! Child don't talk! It's all right. You're getting better. I've been with you every day. You're in my house now. You'll soon be yourself again." She smiled wanly, put her delicate hand on his and pressed it gratefully. "I understand. You thank me you say that I am good to you.
Pilgrim marvelled in a whisper. "Oh, sh sh sh! You mustn't say it even!" Harriet caught both their hands. "No one must know. I only told you so that you would help me, so that you would understand! There will be no change, anywhere "
'The Lord knows, your honour, answered the old woman. Bending forward, she laid her wrinkled brown hand on the child's head. 'They say our lads are beating a Jew. 'A Jew? What Jew? 'The Lord knows, your honour. A Jew came among us; and where he's come from who knows? Vassya, come to your mammy, sir; sh, sh, nasty brute!
"Here's the door!" he exclaimed eagerly, and then felt his heart almost stop beating. The knob had been turned in his hand! But before he could say a word, a sudden "Sh!" sounded from his companion. "Did you hear it?" gasped Phil. "What?" asked Jerry, his voice trembling in spite of him. But Phil did not answer there was no need. From the cabin came a sound that set every nerve on edge.
Hackley, indignantly. "An' wot the hell fer?" "Sh! Not so loud, Jim. Why, it's only their little joke, o' course. They'd say you was gettin' up your nerve to meet them two friends of yours from New York! Hey? He, he!" "Wot friends?" asked Hackley again, hotly. Ryan observed the mounting color on the other's cheek and brow, and his eye, which was like a small, glossy shoe-button, gleamed.
He's prob'ly got her to listen to him on the decorations of Nineveh it's my belief he was there when it was destroyed. Well, if I can't cut him out we'll get our respected young friend of the 'Herald' to do it." "Sh!" returned Miss Tibbs. "Here he is."
Watching for his chance, Thad found it when the man at the fire was humming a snatch of a song to himself, as though care set lightly on his shoulders. "Smithy 'sh!" Thad saw a movement of the bound form. Smithy even lifted his head, and turned his eyes toward the spot from whence that thrilling, if soft, whisper had come.
"That you, Sam?" half whispered a man's voice. There was no light. "Sh!" hissed Bonner, muffling his voice. "Is everybody in?" "Bill's waitin' fer you outside. Ma an' me are here. Come on down. What's up?" "How's the girl?" "Bellerin' like a baby. Ma's with her in the cave. Hurry up! This thing's heavy."
I believe I could eat and relish them three times a day." "You couldn't! Just wait till you've had 'em fifty-two times a year, five years running as I have!" Mrs. Crump's lips made a straight line. "Mrs. Crump has kept tabs on her waffles," giggled Miss Crilly. "How many does this morning make five hundred and ?" "Sh!" nudged Mrs. Bonnyman at Miss Crilly's elbow.
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