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But as the days passed on and this did not happen, Mr. Hobbs felt very dull and uneasy. He did not even enjoy his newspaper as much as he used to. He would put the paper down on his knee after reading it, and sit and stare at the high stool for a long time. There were some marks on the long legs which made him feel quite dejected and melancholy.
Her face changes colour, has now one, now another expression, and she is breathing quite audibly even the very buttons on her gown seem to stare at me, like a row of frightened eyes. "Don't bother about him!" says her companion, taking her by the arm. "He is drunk; can't you see that the man is drunk?"
"I hope our little Heinrich hasn't got seriously damaged.... He may be wounded...." "Or perhaps they stop his letters.... Very probably they stop his letters." Section 5 Mr. Britling would sit in his armchair and stare at his fire, and recall conflicting memories of Germany of a pleasant land, of friendly people. He had spent many a jolly holiday there.
Afterwards he took the team and rustled a water-barrel and hauled her a barrel of water and gave Kate Price a stony-eyed stare when she was caught watching him superciliously; and in divers ways managed to make Miss Rosemary Allen feel that she was fighting a good fight and that the odds were all in her favor and in the favor of the Happy Family and of Andy Green in particular.
It all seemed so much like a dream that all hands wanted to get up where they could stare at the hull, the water and at anything else that could make them realize that the "Pollard" was launched and they were aboard. A boat-load of men soon put out. "They're special workmen, coming to finish up on the air-compressors," explained Grant Andrews. "We have nothing to do with their work.
'Is this, he asked, 'where the entrance examination to the divinity school is to be held? For answer he received a curt 'Yes' and a stare. Apparently his suit of brown Connemara homespun did not commend him to these aristocrats. They turned their backs on him, and resumed their conversation.
He was a huge mountain of a man, a giant upon Earth, and there was a strangeness in his wide stare. Hilary frowned, then shook his head, and dropped down to his task again. The blind man moaned and jerked as he felt the bite of stellite upon his fetters. Hilary made soothing sounds, forgetful that he could not hear, and worked steadily.
At first he did nothing but stare vacantly, but presently a look of intelligence flashed into his eyes. Then he gave a shrug, as if he was disgusted with himself, which was followed by an expression of grim determination. "Master Blake," he said solemnly, "it's that waccinatin' process as hev done it.
Apart from that, which could not be mended afterwards, he did all he possibly could." "I beg to differ, Jim. I think this fellow did much worse than you seem to realize. Stare as much as you like: if he is still a friend of yours, I am sorry for him, as for one who has committed a most outrageous blunder and a nearly unpardonable wrong. What right had he to think of himself alone?
Well," he looked at the picture, "you have done it!" Even Creighton, who had been inclined to stare back over his shoulder at the point where Jeems disappeared, now gave it more than half his attention. "Is that for Drums of Doom?" he asked becoming suddenly crisp and professional. "Yes." "Might do for the jacket of the book. Have Mr. Richards see this.
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