United States or Pakistan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The three adjourned to the room over the bar. McGaw began pacing the floor, his long arms hooked behind his back. He had passed a sleepless night, and every hour now added to his anxiety. His face was a dull gray yellow, and his eyes were sunken. Now and then he would tug at his collar nervously.
I was getting on very well, though. I looked up at her face, pale and weary with a sleepless night, but beautiful ah yes beautiful beyond compare. She smiled faintly. "You are very clever with your fingers. Where did you learn it? Have you a sister who makes you wind her wool for her at home?" "No. I have no sister. I went to sea once upon a time." "Were you ever in the navy, Mr. Griggs?" "Oh no.
"At the best, it 's hard enough to go down to the office. With my nerves set on edge by a sleepless night, I should perforce stay at home and be brutal to my poor mother." "Your mother is well, I hope." "Oh, she 's as usual." "And Miss Garland?" "She 's as usual, too. Every one, everything, is as usual. Nothing ever happens, in this benighted town."
But since then, rumours had reached his ears which shook his faith in her chastity and caused him many agonised hours and sleepless nights. He had even had an excellent opinion of her father, and that, too, was shaken. Doctor Wilhelm, who also seemed to be extremely interested in Ingigerd, began to speak of Achleitner. "He told me in confidence, he's engaged to her." Frederick remained silent.
I was alarmed for his safety and passed a sleepless night. In the morning my old woman went to the other lodges and gave the alarm, and all turned out in pursuit. There being snow on the ground, they soon came upon his track, and after pursuing it some distance, found that he was on the trail of a deer, that led to the river.
Good-nights and farewells and laughter were heard, and the voice of a wanderer explaining to the trees, with more or less broken melody, his fixed purpose not to go home till morning. Stanhope King might have had a better though still a sleepless night if he had known that Mr.
At this fiat sight of the red flower of passion her cheeks burned; up and down her, between the cool sheets, little hot cruel shivers ran; she lay, wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling. She thought, of the woman whom he so loved, and wondered if she too were lying sleepless, flung down on a bare floor, trying to cool her forehead and lips against a cold wall.
As she rode home she was sure now that more than she hated anything else in the world she hated Frederic Hoff, the spy, the German, who had dared to boast to her that they expected to win. Chief Fleck had spent a sleepless night trying to put two and two together. Instead of the answer being "four" as it should have been each time he completed his figuring the result was "zero."
It was most probably abandoned not because of the unfruitfulness of the soil, or the unhealthiness of the climate for but few places on the bosom of the earth, may be found either more fertile, more beautiful, or more healthful but in compliance with that feverish restlessness of mood that sleepless discontent of temper, which, perhaps, more than any other quality, is the moral failing in the character of the Anglo-American.
But two motives entered into the father's determination: one was to annoy and humiliate the Spragues; the other, the sleepless craving of the parvenu to get for his son what had not been his, in spite of all the adulation paid him the conceded equality of social condition. The army was then, as I believe it is considered now, the surest sign of higher caste in a democracy.
Word Of The Day