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Monarch's sweet voice beside, or rather above me: "I wish her hair was a little better done." I looked up and she was staring with a strange fixedness at Miss Churm, whose back was turned to her. "Do you mind my just touching it?" she went on a question which made me spring up for an instant, as with the instinctive fear that she might do the young lady a harm.
The possibility frightened her at first then she welcomed it as an unexpected means of ridding herself of her tormentor. She opened the drawing-room door, and saw her husband talking with Wyant. AMHERST, his back to the threshold, sat at a table writing: Wyant stood a few feet away, staring down at the fire.
It's like staring at flowers in the night. The colours come up to your eyes in the most wonderful way." Seeing that she meant to kneel by the open chest Nick whipped off his coat to lay under her knees, and she laughed as she named him Sir Walter Raleigh.
Her heart died in her breast as she looked upon the swift and terrible change wrought by sudden death. Slowly Pierrot straightened. His eyes were wide for a moment wide and staring. He made no sound. She could not see his lips move. And then he fell toward her, so that McTaggart's body was free.
Old Mother Nature must have writhed at this parting groaned at the sight of the boy staring back from the high stern of the Truxton, at the stars lowering over the city and the woman, Adelaide.
He leaned for a moment over the gate, and looked through a window into a room where the Avocat sat propped up with cushions in a great chair, staring gloomily at two candles burning on the table before him. Medallion watched him for a long time. The Avocat never changed his position; he only stared at the candle, and once or twice his lips moved.
George would be charmed. But the Doctor, standing staring at him open-eyed for a moment, demanded in an audible whisper "Who the deuce is that?" "Mr. George Hawker, Doctor, from the Woodlands. I should have thought you had met him before." "Never," replied the Doctor. "And I don't and I mean I have had the honour of hearing of him from Stockbridge. Excuse me, sir, a moment.
You can tell her, if you want to, that I'm still his friend." It was plain to be seen that he was adopting this pitiful policy as a means of gaining the attention of the otherwise unapproachable Christine." He was up all night looking!" "For Grand?" "I didn't ask," leered the hunchback. Suddenly his eyes flew wide open. He was staring past Jenison. "Say! Speaking of angels, look behind you."
Now, why stand you amazed, good Master Jerningham, and look on me as you would on some monster of Ind, when you had paid your shilling to see it, and were staring out your pennyworth with your eyes as round as a pair of spectacles? Wink, man, and save them, and then let thy tongue untie the mystery."
Each morning as we clustered round our little green table and had our breakfast, we invariably had about half a dozen rounds of 18-pounders crash around us with varying results, but one day, as we'd finished our meal and all sat staring into the future, we suddenly caught the sound of something on more corpulent lines arriving.
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