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Edith cried, and on her indecision Rose hung another bit of wisdom: "Why don't you go down in a leisurely way and investigate? You know the direction it blew away; follow it. If you meet any one, be admiring the scenery!" Again Edith's look deserved the foot-lights, but Rose shrugged her shoulders and withdrew her detaining hand. Edith caught up her parasol and ran down the stairs.
People shrugged their shoulders, but looked volumes, though it was no time nor place for saying more; and when in the chapel, that countenance of Bishop Ken, so beautiful in outward form, so expressive of strength, sweetness, and devotion, brought back such a flood of old associations to Anne, that it was enough to change the whole current of her thoughts and make her her own mother's child again, even before he opened his mouth.
Am I the sort of man who is easily hypnotised? I have let men try it once or twice. We were all interested in hypnotism on my last ship, and the surgeon made some curious experiments with a lad who went to sleep easily. But last night I was at home, alone, in my own room, in bed, and I dreamt." Guido shrugged his shoulders a little indifferently. "There must be some explanation," he said.
'Tis a lady that paints all her roses red and plasters her lilies white, and whether 'tis malice, I can't tell, but believe 'tis possible to blast by praise as well as censure, by setting the good sense of one half the world and the envy of the other against the victim. So she shrugged and simpered and worked every muscle of her face, in hopes to be bid to the wedding; but Mr.
Barclay fancied that a complacent smile wreathed Brownwell's face at the prospect of going to the Culpeppers', and the next instant the man was saying: "Charming young lady, Miss Molly! Ah, the ladies, the ladies they will make fools of us. We can't resist them." He shrugged and smirked and wiggled his fingers and played with his mustaches. "Wine and women and song, you know they get us all.
He had no desire to hurt him. But Steve knew that the man had been saying what he had said for his benefit. "You're a damn scoundrel, Julyman," he said, and there was less than the usual tolerance in his tone. The Indian shrugged under his furs. "Julyman wise man," he protested. "All the time white man say, 'one squaw. It good! So! It fine! Indian man say one two five ten squaw.
Here's a girl, a beautiful, high-spirited girl of sixteen, straight out from college, at the beginning of life, with her, head full of 'whys, and 'wherefores. Sixteen's well-nigh grown up these days, mind you. Her mother's dead, and curiously the fact didn't seem to break her up as you'd have expected it to. Why?" The man shrugged. "It's not because she lacks feeling. Oh, no.
"Your Excellency," he answered, "I am afraid." "Of what?" The starosta shrugged his narrow shoulders in cringing deprecation. "Excellency, I do not know. There is something in the village something in the whole country. I know not what it is. It is a feeling one cannot see it, one cannot define it; but it is there, like the gleam of water at the bottom of a deep well.
"My dear Miss West, are you aware that singing is a profession in itself, and requires a professional training, like other things?" "Yes. But I can sing," said the girl decidedly. "Where did you learn?" "At school, and then of an old music-master in the boarding-house where I am living." If he had not been afraid of wounding her feelings, Hubert would have shrugged his shoulders.
Then he did a thing he hardly understood the reason of. It was the result of impulse a sort of sub-conscious impulse. He reached out and took the weather-stained paper from the girl's yielding hands and deliberately tore it up. "Why why are you doing that?" Helen asked sharply. Bill forced himself to a smile, and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said.
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