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I worshipped her. When I slipped my arm round her waist, she dared not cry out. The same when I clasped her hand. Things were coming my way at last. And if I put my lips close against her ear I could whisper as low as she liked. I liked it too. And I loved the ear. She was right. They were indeed talking just outside the window, Monny Gilder and Anthony Fenton.
"Not a bit more, sister mine," and he passed his arm around my waist, he often did this now-a-days, and whispered, "give me a chance to say something to you." I nodded an assent, and he passed on through the room, whistling to himself "Bonny Doon." I embraced the first opportunity to follow him, and found him alone in his studio.
"If you were, I don't believe I should like you." Jon slipped his hand tremulously under her arm. Fleur looked straight before her and chanted: "Jon, Jon, the farmer's son, Stole a pig, and away he run!" Jon's arm crept round her waist. "This is rather sudden," said Fleur calmly; "do you often do it?" Jon dropped his arm.
Vida Sherwin had given her a letter to an earnest woman with eye-glasses, plaid silk waist, and a belief in Bible Classes, who introduced her to the Pastor and the Nicer Members of Tincomb. Carol recognized in Washington as she had in California a transplanted and guarded Main Street. Two-thirds of the church-members had come from Gopher Prairies.
We generally carried a stout piece of cord with us, ready for any emergency, and this cord, about ten yards long and a little thicker than clothes-line, my uncle now untwisted from his waist, where he had worn it like a belt, and calling Ebo's attention to it he laid it out upon the ground.
The weight of his body was in the blow he lashed up from his side. The knees of Elliot doubled up under him like the blade of a jackknife. He sank down slowly, turned, got to his hands and knees, and tried to shake off the tons of weight that seemed to be holding him down. Macdonald seized him about the waist and flung him to the ground.
She is very deep in the water, and I can see a lot of green stuff in the bows." The mutineers with the exception of the two Greeks who remained on the quarter-deck, dressed in Mars-ton's and Villari's clothes stood in the waist. All were armed with pistols, and a number of loaded muskets were lying along the waterways close to their hands, if needed.
Henry caught Jessie around the waist, Frank Nellie, and George Mary, and with one of the little girls at the piano, up and down the room they dashed to the merriest of waltzes in the maddest round that ever was danced.
This reprimand was still being uttered when goody Liu had already crawled up. She too was highly amused. "Just as my mouth was bragging," she observed, "I got a whack on the lips!" "Have you perchance twisted your waist?" inquired old lady Chia. "Tell the servant-girls to pat it for you!" "What an idea!" retorted goody Liu, "am I so delicate?
Men always work better with their sleeves rolled up, I have noticed, and all good cooks have them so. That's why I am wearing this waist; I am going to help." She looked complacently at her round, dimpled arms, then at the corded brawn of his. An irresistible impulse sent her close to his side.
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