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Lannigan's face was cross-lined with anxiety. "If some of us could only unload somethin' on him, then the rest of us could borry till Capital took holt in the spring." "S-ss-sh! That's him," came a warning whisper. "Good morning, gentlemen. I seem to have slept late." It was apparent to all that Mr. Dill's spirits were decidedly better than when he had retired.
Daylight faded. Outside the lamplighter passed, torching the grimy lamps. Miss Anna spoke almost in a whisper: "Shall I have some light sent in?" "No, Anna." "Did you tell him what the doctors have said about his health?" "No; there was bad news enough without that for one day. And then happiness might bring back health to him.
Then get on the hay-stack, put the ropes round it, and harness the horse to the ropes. When you are ready, climb up the hay-stack and begin to count one, two, three. The horse will ask you what you are counting, and you must be sure to answer what I whisper to you. So the maiden whispered something in his ear, and left the room. And the prince knew nothing better to do than to get into bed.
"No one will overhear us if we speak quietly," he said as he took a seat close to Kemp. "What is it?" "You're watched and followed, sir," said Kemp in a whisper. "Somebody has been watching this place for days past and whenever you go out you're followed." "By whom?" asked Holymead. "By a varmint of a boy a slippery young imp whose father's in gaol for a long stretch.
I saw her bosom heave; yes, and heard her whisper back: "Ave!" So she knew me also. That night there was feasting at the palace, and I, Olaf, now known as Michael, as a convert was one of the chief guests, so that for me there was no escape. I sat very silent, so silent that the Augusta frowned, though she was too far off to speak to me.
Should such an one take to hunting once a week, even after years of toil, men would point their fingers at him and whisper among themselves that he was as good as ruined. His friends would tell him of his wife and children; and, indeed, would tell him truly, for his customers would fly from him. But nobody grudges the farmer his day's sport!
The woman threw back her veil, and it was Molly's dark gaze, Molly's brown face, flushed and haggard, yet always beautiful, that looked out of the black frame. An ashen pallor spread over the prisoner's countenance. "Madeleine?" he asked in a whisper; then, with a loud ring of stern demand, "Madeleine!" "I went for her, I went for her myself I did all I could she would not come."
That strange kind of inner and spiritual memory which often recalls to us places and persons we have never seen before, and which Platonists would resolve to the unquenched and struggling consciousness of a former life, stirred within him, and seemed to whisper, "You were united in the old time." "Yes!" he said, half aloud, "we will never part again.
"Yes . . . yes . . . I submit myself." Dimly she felt that by means of this endurance she would win back Michael, cleanse herself to receive his love. "I submit," she repeated in a rapt whisper of self-surrender. Sister Agnetia's voice swam unctuously into her consciousness once more. "I thought you tried to avoid that last stroke.
It is a question that has been much fought over; and one that, nowadays, the learned among my countrymen answer very rabidly in the negative. You have but to propound it in a whisper, to make them foam heartily at the mouth. Bless you, they know that it didn't, and can prove it over and over; because because it couldn't have, and you are a fool for thinking it could.
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