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She was standing at a window, listlessly staring at some houses opposite, and the unlovely strip of garden which lay between her and the houses. Bridget Cookson was sitting at a table a little way behind her, mending some gloves. The sisters had been four days in London.
I'd stake my life that her washing's all a pretence. She's packed off the other two, and she's come here so as to tell them how you take it." Gervaise removed her hands from her face and looked. When she beheld Virginie in front of her, amidst three or four women, speaking low and staring at her, she was seized with a mad rage.
He had turned from her again, and, with one shoulder a little raised, stood staring fixedly at a joint in the pipes. "It's most distasteful to me," he said suddenly; "nothing could be more so. Son of that fellow! It's it's perverse!" She had noted, almost unconsciously, that he did not say "son of that woman," and again her intuition began working.
He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. "Well," she said, "good-night, father." "What!" he asked; "not a kiss?" She affected not to hear. The door closed softly upon her. For a long time he remained standing before the fire, staring at the situation. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully....
Taking a few steps till we were abaft the traveler, he turned and whispered: "Mr. Jack, someone's been trying to blow us up!" It seemed that either Gates or I must be out of our senses. "Blow us up!" I gasped, staring at him. "As sure as you're born, sir! 'Twas about the time you called over the rail. A little before that, as you gentlemen were talking, I heard a small boat.
Then the captain stood still a moment, staring at us, and, as if curious, bent down, asking me what Hugh was saying. Now my poor friend was muttering over and over, "Dorothea! Dorothea!" some woman's name, I suppose, but what woman he never told me. "At this I saw Darthea flush, but perhaps remembering that Mr.
"Hold your tongue!" shouted the engineer; he turned crimson and shook with anger . . . and the echo in the garden loudly repeated his shout. When I was doing anything in the garden or the yard, Moisey would stand beside me, and folding his arms behind his back he would stand lazily and impudently staring at me with his little eyes.
"Because I am going to tell you secrets," I answered, "and because there are men in the world, men in London close to us, who, if they knew, would kill us both on sight." "I am not a coward, if that is what you mean," Gilbert answered. "You ought to know that. Go ahead." I told him everything. When I had finished he sat staring at me like a man stupefied.
Lafe closed his eyes, wrinkling down his lids. Then Jinnie lifted the baby and uncovered the small face. The little chap opened his eyes and yawned as the girl held him close to the bars. "Now, Lafe, quick! Look! Ha! It's a Jew!" The cobbler's eyes flew open, and he was staring squarely into a small, rosy, open-eyed baby face.
Athwart the field of her abstracted vision drifted the figure of young Mr. Karslake. She was barely conscious of it. He seated himself with plain premeditation directly opposite the caisse, staring openly. But Sofia did not heed him at all. An odd smile shadowed his lips, an expression half eager, half apprehensive; there was a hint of puzzlement in his scrutiny.
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