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She let her head fall wearily back as she finished. Lilac was not in the least interested by the vision. She was accustomed to hear of Mrs Wishing's angels and harps, and her mind was now entirely occupied by earthly matters. "What you want is summat to eat and drink," she said, "and I shall just have to run back to Uncle Joshua's for some bread and tea.
The sermon of which these words are the text has been preached many times in many ways to congregations for whom the Dollar Devil had always a more winning eloquence. Like many another man who has talked wearily to his fellows with an honest sense of what they truly need, I feel how vain it is to hope for many earnest listeners.
He lingered to watch them go their way, until they disappeared; and he stood a moment longer alone there in the hallway; then the humour faded from his sun-burnt face; he swung wearily on his heel, and descended the stairway, his hand heavy on the velvet rail.
"Say! ain't that coon ever goin' to get done shootin' off?" he broke in wearily, in the midst of a long speech from Eliphaz the Temanite. John McIntyre did not hear. He had come to the answer of Job, words that found an echo in his own bitter heart: "I was at ease, but He hath broken me asunder; He hath also taken me by my neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for His mark.
"Yes, sir," replied the chauffeur, and he touched his cap as the Hindu walked into the hotel. The salesman reclosed the door of the car, and spat reflectively upon the pavement. Limping wearily, he worked his way along in the direction of Chancery Lane. But, before reaching Chancery Lane, he plunged into a maze of courts with which he was evidently well acquainted.
On gaining his own apartments his great dog Mars gives a whine of satisfaction at the return of his master, who, throwing himself wearily into a favourite chair, while the smoke from his cigar curls upwards, takes from his pocket the delicate epistle with the perfume of violets upon it, and which reads as follows: "Lionel, mon cher ami, I feel it in my heart to scold you.
And a moment later the gig shot away into the star-set darkness. From the bridge Wayward wearily watched it through his night glasses; Malcourt, slim and graceful, sat on the rail and looked out into the Southern dusk, an unlighted cigarette between his lips. "That kills our four at Bridge," grumbled Portlaw, leaning heavily beside him.
"I trust you will still think so when you have heard what I have to tell you," continued the author, a little wearily. He led the way across the hall into the little smoking-room where they could talk freely and undisturbed. In the smoking-room, the door shut and privacy about them, Fender's attitude changed somewhat, and his manner became very grave.
Sparrows twittered around the window-sill, and a little patch of green shone out from the Embankment Gardens. The radiance of spring here found few opportunities. "The gentleman waits," the serving woman repeated stolidly, speaking in her native Russian. "You can show him up," her mistress replied a little wearily.
He's sunk his fangs in the business he's been after all his life, and now you couldn't pry it away from him with a jimmy. You know what I told you about him." "I know," said Bobby wearily. "But honestly, Biff, did you ever see me go into a game where I was a loser in the end?" "Not till this one," confessed Biff. "And this isn't the end," retorted Bobby.
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