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Daisy, my darling!" she said, and there was anguish in her own voice. "What is it?" In a second the sobbing ceased as if some magic had silenced it. Two hands reached up out of the darkness and tightly clasped hers. A broken voice whispered her name. "What is it?" Muriel repeated in growing distress. "Hush, dear, hush!" the trembling voice implored. "Don't let Will hear! It worries him so."
Its eyes, exposed to the sudden glare of the morning sun, closed tightly; one small hand all but lost itself in the wide, toothless cavity that served as a mouth. Its ten ridiculous toes curled and uncurled in a most amazing fashion. "Oh, my God!" Branch repeated, aghast. "It's just b-born! Its eyes aren't open."
Dering saw in an instant that any thing she might say in Mr. Congreve's behalf, would be wasted words, as Olive was fully prepared to misconstrue anything that the old gentleman might say or do. Nevertheless, she laid her hands on those tightly folded ones, and said gently: "Olive dear, we must be charitable and forgiving. Remember, Mr.
A coach stood in the quadrangle, at the foot of the chateau steps: down these the Vicomte was descending, with the Vicomtesse grim and blasphemant as ever, on one side, and his daughter, white of face and with tightly compressed lips, on the other.
Dexter in his confusion made a dash at it, and caught it tightly, to find that it felt very limp and cold, but the sensation did not last long, for the thin white fingers were snatched away. "Eddy, dear," said Lady Danby. There was no answer, and Dexter stood there, feeling very uncomfortable, and staring hard at the tall lady, who spoke in such an ill-used tone of voice.
Poor Ned obeyed and watched her with breathless suspense while she tied the handkerchief tightly around the arm, thrust the handle of his riding whip underneath, and pressed it firmly above the severed artery to stop the dangerous flow of blood. "Dr. Scott is with your mother, I think.
There they go! German soldiers already were running toward the bridge, and he knew that his escape had been discovered. He believed, however, that he was far enough away so they would not see him. "Francois swung the rifle over his shoulder and secured it there by its carrying strap, jammed the helmet tightly over his head and rolled down the bank into the river.
First, is it possible, as I said before dinner, that any man would commit such an idiotic murder a murder that puts the rope so very tightly round his neck? Bill considered this carefully, and then nodded slowly again. "Yes, my simple explanation is a wash-out," he said. "Now let's have yours." Antony did not answer him. He had begun to think about something quite different.
There was, to be sure, a paleness around her mouth that was not there at other times; and her lips were set rather tightly. Moreton saw those indications of mental stress but they were no more pronounced than they should be in any woman who had come to swear she had witnessed murder. And Della swore to the statement she had made.
Gervaise's superior weight saved him from falling, though he staggered back some paces; then his heel caught against a stone, and he fell, dragging Hassan to the ground with him. Tightly clasped in each other's arms, they rolled over and over.
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