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She was full of the desire to escape, to get away and be out on the sea. "Cameriere!" She called more loudly. A middle-aged waiter came shuffling over the floor. "The bill, please." As she spoke she drank the brandy. "Si, Signora." He stood beside her. "One coffee?" "Si." "One cognac!" "Si, si." The blind man burst into song. "One fifty, Signora."
During the dance there was a steady, continuous shuffling tramp of boots, and during the interval following a steady, low hum of merry talk and laughter. My wandering from place to place, apart from my usual careful observation, was an unobtrusive but, to me, a sneaking pursuit of Sally Langdon.
Its nose, or snout, depended nearly a foot below its lower jaw, much after the manner of a rudimentary trunk. The giant body was covered by a coat of thick, shaggy hair. Roaring horribly it came toward us at a ponderous, shuffling trot.
A grown, middle-aged man a man dressed in black, and looking as stiff as a poker suddenly takes the floor and begins shuffling his feet about, while another man, even though conversing with a companion on important business, will, the while, keep capering to right and left like a billy-goat! Mimicry, sheer mimicry!
Mike, shuffling across to school in a Burberry, met Adair at Downing's gate. These moments are always difficult. Mike stopped he could hardly walk on as if nothing had happened and looked down at his feet. "Coming across?" he said awkwardly. "Right ho!" said Adair. They walked on in silence. "It's only about ten to, isn't it?" said Mike.
A murmur of answer came back, and then one sharp, peevish voice by itself. Again Mr. Garlick spoke, and there followed the shuffling of movements for a long while; and then, so far as the little chamber was concerned, empty silence. But from the hall rose up a steady murmur of talk once more.... Again Robin's heart leaped in him, for there came the rattle of a pike-end immediately below his feet.
Any light is better than daylight on a dead face. Matilde sat still, bowed and covered. Fixed in the world of grief, the hours of sorrow passed her by. There was neither night nor day in the dead watch of the closed room, under the tall candles, burning steadily. Then, at last, other feet were on the threshold, stumbling, shuffling, ill-shod feet of men bearing a burden.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said. "The storm seems to have passed." There was a murmur of "Yes, Warden." "And how did our boat acquit itself?" There was a shuffling pause. Every one looked at the Sub-Warden: it was manifestly for him to break the news, or to report the hallucination. He was nudged forward a large man, with a large beard at which he plucked nervously.
The door opened, and old Humphrey, shuffling across the floor to the table, placed thereon a dish of cakes and a great tankard of sack, then as he turned away cast a backward glance upon his master's face. Arden noted the look, that there was in it fear, overmastering ancient kindness, and withal a curiosity as ignoble as it was keen.
"One of the men spoke up. 'That's the Major Major Greely." "Colwell crawled in and took him by the hand, saying: 'Greely, is this you? "'Yes, said Greely in a faint voice, hesitating and shuffling with his words, 'yes seven of us left here we are dying like men. Did what I came to do beat the best record. "Then he fell back exhausted."
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