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And whilst I lay listening with a deep interest, in comes my lady herself. So was it ever, when you least expected her, even as Mammy had said. She curtseyed very prettily, with her chin tilted back and her cheeks red, and asked me how I did. "And where have you been these days gone, Miss Will-o'the-Wisp, since the doctor has given me back my tongue?" I cried.
Roderigo Vicello had only arrived that morning in Cellino, and Lucia was not the familiar little figure to him that she was to the other soldiers. But she was none the less welcome for that, after the monotony of the day, and Roderigo as she came nearer straightened up self-consciously and tilted his black patent leather hat with its rakish cluster of cock feathers a little more to one side.
His eyes behind his gold-rimmed eyeglasses sparkled as he tilted his head a fraction toward Ricky as if to hear the clearer. "Well enough. Though we've seen very little of it yet, Mr. LeFleur." "When you have seen Pirate's Haven," he replied, "you have seen much of Louisiana." "But we're forgetting our manners!" exclaimed the girl. "We want to thank you for everything you've done for us.
Again she moved back, her beautiful head tilted in birdlike examination. Randalin arose slowly and stood before her with widening eyes. But it was not long that the Lady of Northampton had for her or for the wreath. Now her attention was attracted to the farthest group of guards and huntsmen, whose motions and shouting seemed to indicate some unusual commotion.
In an instant the Humming-Bird was tilted up almost on her "beams' ends," so to speak, and had it not been that the young inventor quickly warped the wing tips, to counteract the pressure on one side, there might have been a different end to this story. "Bless my !" began Mr. Damon, but he got no further, for he had to bend his body as Tom did, to equalize the pressure of the wind current.
She touched her forehead, then quite suddenly her body went limp and tilted against him. "Oh, but if only it were over," she whispered huskily. "If only it were all all over. Kiss me, please." "Never fear," he said, his arms tightening round her. "Never fear. I couldn't fail with you waiting for me." He kissed her again and again. "Dear blessed beautiful little love of mine!
Black Andy was behind the great stove with his chair tilted back, carving the bowl of a pipe; the old man sat rigid by the table, looking straight before him and smacking his lips now and then as he was won't to do at meeting; while Cassy, with her chin in her hands and elbows on her knees, gazed into the fire and waited for the storm to break.
For suddenly the barrow had tilted over, though there was not a single stone near, and the big coal was tumbled on to the ground, where it broke into a thousand pieces. Gathering it up again was hopeless, and it made such a mess on the gravel-walk, that the old woman was thankful her misfortune happened behind the privet hedge, where nobody was likely to come.
He raised the glass to his lips, but set it down before its rim had touched them. "I have a headache," he declared. "I will not drink to-day." Master Pory pulled the flagon toward him, tilted it, and found it empty. His rueful face made me laugh. My lord laughed too, somewhat loudly, but ordered no more wine. "I would I were at the Mermaid again," lamented the now drunken Secretary.
His fingers gripped her shoulders tighter for just a second, and he let her go. "I guess that part'll be all right," he rejoined in a tone she could not quite fathom. "I never had one in m' life." "Why, you poor thing!" She stood back and tilted her head at him. "You poor pal. I'll have to see about that immediately.
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