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Laura and I sat silent at the table for a quarter of an hour or more, wondering uneasily what had happened, and waiting for the chance of Sir Percival's speedy return. There were no signs of his return, and we rose to leave the room.

Tooting, giving Austen a friendly poke with his cigar. "You showed your usual acumen, Mr. Tooting," said Austen, as he rose to put on his coat. Mr. Tooting regarded him uneasily. "You're a deep one, Aust," he declared; "some day you and, me must get together." Mr. Billings' desire for ultimate justice not being any stronger than Austen suspected, in due time Mr. Meader got his money.

In hopes she would speak first, and, perchance, give me a key to what I should say, I remained for some moments without opening my lips. I pretended to feel pain from my wound, and turned uneasily on the bed. She seemed not to notice this, but remained in her attitude of surprise, simply repeating the words "'Tis very strange he should know your name!" My imprudent speech had made an impression.

His brother-in-law's face did not reflect his smile. It was grimly determined. "Come up here," he said again. "Do go, Noel," Chris murmured uneasily. "I won't," said Noel doggedly. "I'm not going to be pitched into for nothing. It was you who told the lie, not me." "Oh, don't be absurd!" exclaimed Chris, in a fever of impatience. "Surely you're not afraid of him!"

"What course dost thou now intend to pursue?" inquired Monteagle uneasily, for the quiet, passionless manner of his son made him apprehensive. "What thou or any other man would do give the woman a chance to defend herself." "Aye, I thought as much," the other replied with an air of angered impatience. "She will, with her arms about thy neck, explain fast enough, and to thy satisfaction."

You used to give me thirty shillings a week for the housekeeping before we had baby; and I've never asked you for any more since, have I? And his food's awf'ly expensive too. I manage on just the same, Osborn." "Yes, yes," he said, moving uneasily, "but where's all this leading? I mean " "It isn't leading anywhere. I only wanted you to see that I can't help anything."

Uniacke felt a strange irritability coming upon him. He moved uneasily in his chair, watching the motionless, stretched figure of his guest. Presently he said: "Sir Graham!" There was no reply. "Sir Graham!" He got up, crossed the little room and touched the shoulder of the dreamer. Sir Graham started sharply and turned a frowning face. "What is it?"

Araminta was very still and her hand was cold. She moved it uneasily. "Don't, dear," said Ralph, his voice breaking. "Don't you like to have me hold your hand? I won't, if you don't want me to." Araminta drew her hand away. She was frightened. "I don't wonder you're afraid," continued Ralph, huskily. "You little wild bird, you've been in a cage all your life.

However, it was better than nothing, so they slung their hammocks under it, kindled a fire, and prepared supper. While they were busy discussing this meal, a few dark and ominous clouds gathered in the sky, and the old trader, glancing uneasily about him, gave them to understand that he feared the rainy season was going to begin.

"Something must have delayed him," she thought uneasily. "He couldn't miss me even in a crowd, because he is so careful. I hope he got the telegram." She had turned to compare her wrist-watch with the station clock when a voice at her back said half-doubtfully, "Betty?"