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It fits perfectly!" Jan Miller wailed, "What does?" "Dry ice," Rick said. The Splitting Atoms The storm had given way to a fine drizzle of rain by morning. Rick stared out the window at the drenched land and considered the angles he had been turning over in his mind. The dry-ice theory wasn't conclusive, he knew, but it was a strong indication.
That was a time when every one was for himself. Death stared us all in the face." "Where is your slave girl now? I should like to see her," I remarked. "After the troubles were over I married her to a young man of my uncle's household. I will send for her and bring her to see you." She did so.
It's a mercy for that poor girl that the scales have dropped from her eyes and she has broken her engagement with him." "With the father?" asked a third et cetera. Juno stared at the intruder. Mrs. Trevise drawled a calm contribution. "The father died before this boy was born." "Oh, I see!" murmured the et cetera, gratefully. Juno proceeded. "No woman's life would be safe with him."
Here the colonel looked extremely fierce, and the divine stared with astonishment at this doctrine; when Booth, who well knew the impossibility of opposing the colonel's humour with success, began to play with it; and, having first conveyed a private wink to the doctor, he said there might be cases undoubtedly where such an affront ought to be resented; but that there were others where any resentment was impracticable: "As, for instance," said he, "where the man is arrested by a woman."
Mary's glance wandered further, but suddenly it stopped short, for at last it was met and answered by another pair of eyes, dark and eager, with such longing earnestness in their gaze, that she felt as though she could not look away again. For a minute, which seemed a long, long time, she stared fixedly at them, and then began to wonder who it was that took so much interest in her.
A taste of war was in the air. Troops passed to review. Our post-carriage met the dashing coaches of gay young men I knew, who stared at me without recognition. Marquis du Plessy no longer made way for me and displayed me at his side. I drove to his hotel in the Faubourg St. Germain for my possessions.
On one of these occasions, when he had laid me under a similar adjuration, I asked him whether he had ever heard of the man who made his son take off his hat whenever he met a pig on the ground that his father had made his money in pork. He stared at me very hard for a moment with his little twinkling eyes and then suddenly and without any preliminary symptoms exploded in a cackle of laughter.
As it fell the case must have opened, and that was a lucky thing, for if the miniature had remained in the case it might have lain there till the day of judgment. It was the mere accident of the stones sparkling that had caught my eye. I stood with the miniature in my hand and stared at it, and it began to dawn upon me why Anthony Cardew had thought me a ghost.
The car was full of people, who were going home from the opera, and they all stared at me, but I was past caring for a little thing like that. "But I could not find my fare. I concluded I must have put it in my mouth and swallowed it inadvertently. "I didn't know what to do. Would the conductor, I wondered, stop the car and put me off in ignominy and shame?
Henry, refusing to be embarrassed, put up his monocle and stared back, as if surprised at the ill-breeding of this person. So they came to the Monet pier, as the village church clock chimed seven.
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