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He responded gratefully; yet lingered, still listening to the entomologist, until she fondlingly chid him for forgetting that while he had been all day in his swivel-chair, she had passed the hours in unusual fatigues! She declined his arm in our garden walk, and positively forbade me to cut a rose for her but with a grace almost maidenly.
It was the 30th of January, and he had been taking on flesh since October. "Well, when'd he blow in? Say, he's a ringer for Weary Waggles, all right." "Sometime in the night," replied the young man, tilting back in his swivel-chair. "Mrs. G. found him in the entryway when she went down for the milk, asleep in the Goldnagels' hall-rug.
On the third-story landing I paused to wipe the light sweat from forehead and hatband, then pushed open the screen door of the passageway that leads to police headquarters. "Emm What military service have you had?" asked "the Captain," looking up from the letter I had presented and swinging half round in his swivel-chair to fix his clear eyes upon me. "None."
She could see her father leaning against the desk, his great shoulders hunched forward, his big hands nervously toying with the glass paper-weight, his blue eyes fixed upon the silent figure in the swivel-chair. Again she could hear the voice of Richard Gregory: "All right, Bill. I'll see you through. Go ahead and get the boats."
The fingers of his left hand tapped his desk-tablet. He turned in his swivel-chair deliberately, as though he was now ready to settle everything permanently. "Well, young man, are you prepared to apologize to the president and faculty?" "Apologize? What for? The president said those that wanted to protest " "Now we won't have any blustering, if you please, Ericson.
She would have picked your pocket for the corporate seal, the combination of the safe, and the list of stockholders, and probably ended up by gagging you and binding you in your own swivel-chair." "Don't, Buck. Comfort and not abuse is what I need now." "All right.
The grocer heard Peter enter and started to come out of his office, when Peter stopped him and asked if he might speak with him alone. The white-haired man with the pink, good-natured face stood looking at Peter with rather a questioning but pleasant expression. "Why, certainly, certainly." He turned back to the swivel-chair at his desk, seated himself, and twisted about on Peter as he entered.
"Come over here," already seated at his desk, on his swivel-chair, he motioned me to a seat. "Sit down!" I obeyed him in humiliated silence. He rose and closed the door, hanging the sign "Busy" outside. At last I learned about myself and about life. The harvesting over, Anders began to chum with me.
At four that afternoon, when the children came out of school, there was another flurry of trade. Towards five, it slackened. Maida sat in her swivel-chair and wistfully watched the scene in the court. Little boys were playing top. Little girls were jumping rope. Once she saw a little girl in a scarlet cape come out of one of the yards. On one shoulder perched a fluffy kitten.
A swivel-chair which had stood in front of the desk was overturned, and its back now rested on the rug while its polished castors stuck up in the air. At first glance, there seemed to be no human being in the suite save the frightened boy.
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