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"I'll act as team spokesman, Barry." "Yes, sir," Watson said. "Broke the back of the rebels," Jerry Kennedy mused. "That opens all sorts of avenues, doesn't it?" Chessman growled. "I suppose that in the past twenty years your team had no obstacles. Not a drop of blood shed. Come on, the truth. How many of your team has been lost?" Mayer shifted in his chair. "Possibly your point is well taken.
Her eyes met his in a wistful, anxious expression, shifted to those of her husband, dropped to the cheeks of the child, and with the whispered word, which no one, not even the general, heard, she passed from the room, the nurse following her. Perhaps some of the most striking contrasts are achieved in the least melodramatic way.
Jim, crossing the back of the office, had seen him enter, and loitering heard him tell the clerk that he would give up his room that afternoon as his base had shifted to Oregon. Then he had gone upstairs, and Jim had followed him and seen him go into No. 19, the last door at the end of the hall on the left-hand side. The hall was empty and very quiet.
On the next morning it shifted to the south, but soon turned back with violence to the north, and the ruffled lake put on a look of winter, "which determined me," says the General, "not to lose time by striving to get to the Isle-aux-Noix, where I should arrive too late to force the enemy from their post, but to return to Crown Point and complete the works there."
One of the dayherders was at camp getting dinner, and inviting themselves to join him, my employer and my brother helped themselves while their saddles were shifted to two of my well-rested mounts.
"They do it because they are friends of mine," said Oliver, and evidently wished that to satisfy his brother. But it only shifted the problem and set him to watching Robbie and Oliver, and trying to make out the basis of their relationship. There was a very grave question concerned in this.
He drew up his tingling fingers with a shock as the mass swept them in ominous, warning contact. "It is the last of me," thought Jack, as tears of despair came to his eyes. "Jenny and the folks will never know my fate!" Jack looked up at the dark sky, sick at heart, but trying to resign himself to the terrible fate that hung over him. His glance shifted to the tree.
He opened one of the French windows, stepped out upon the veranda and walked up and down in the gathering gloom, looking across the waters where the fog shifted to and fro, like ghostly shadows sent up to veil the ever restless ocean. At last Mellen passed down the steps and entered the grounds; he was some distance from the house when he heard a sound like a person moaning aloud in distress.
This assertion came like a thunderclap from a clear sky. Peter Newby saw, at once, the significance of the statement, and he shifted uneasily in his seat. He riveted his eyes to the text, in an effort to discover some point that would be in opposition to Robert's statement. The crowd looked open-mouthed. This was a new doctrine they had never heard it explained that way. The interest was intense.
Oh holy love of property! how venerable you looked in the moonlight, with your white hairs streaming! How well you imitated, how close you rivaled, the holiest effusions of the heart, and not for the first time nor the last. "My daughter! my ducats! my ducats! my daughter!" etc. The morning broke; no sign of either boat. The wind had shifted to the east, and greatly abated.
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