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A minute later, the door opened much more gently, and Amelia entered in her calm, languid way. But as soon as she saw me, her eyes lighted up, and she closed the door and sat down. Amelia spoke in a hurried whisper as she kissed me. "One word, before any one comes," she said. "Insist on seeing Hatty. Don't go without it." "Will they try to prevent me?" I replied.
It is to be hoped that he will get steady and hard-working again; were he to hear that there was a chance of his being kept without work, he might never become so." "The Lord bless my old master!" aspirated Matthew, lifting his hands. "The Lord bless you, sir! There's not many gentlemen would do for us what him and you have." Lionel bent his head forward, and lowered his voice to a whisper.
The darkness was so intense that they were actually within a yard or so of him before he could even dimly discern their shapes. There were three of them Mr. Fentolin in his chair, Doctor Sarson, and Meekins. They paused for a moment while the latter produced a key. Hamel distinctly heard a slow, soft whisper from Doctor Sarson. "Shall I go round to the front and see that he is in bed?"
I won't have it! he shall have grass," he said angrily; then, without another word he walked up to the next horse, took a great armful of the grass that lay in front of it and scattered it before his favourite. "So there! slave!" he cried defiantly with a stamp of his foot. The man looked at him curiously, said nothing, but went over to some others and began to whisper.
"We'll need it later. I've been a prisoner before and I escaped. What's been done once can be done again. In such a huge and confused war as this there's always a good chance." "Ah, you're right, Monsieur," said Antoine, and he ceased to struggle. Julie had heard the whisper, and she looked at John confidently. She was the youngest of all the women in the carts, but she was the coolest.
"And whisper, Mat," proceeded the priest paying not the slightest attention to him, "did you bring the creel of turf to poor Barney Farrell and his family, as I desired you?" "I did, your reverence, and put a good heap on it for the creatures."
"Sister," said Blanche, in a low voice, after some moments of silence, during which the tears seemed to mount to her eyes, "tell me what you are thinking of. You look so sad." "I think of the Golden City of our dreams," replied Rose, almost in a whisper, after another short silence. Blanche understood the bitterness of these words.
They were as ripe and sweet as they had looked and every one that the little boy put into his mouth made him wish for another; and if he turned away from the bushes the whisper was sure to come: "One more and then go."
His voice was a low whisper. "Meg, do you love me?" His lips had not taken their due. Meg's fingers encircled her throat. "Love is choking me. . . . I can't speak." Instantly Michael's head bent lower. He kissed her lips, and then, for the first time, Margaret knew what it was to be dominated by her senses.
"I think," said his companion at last, "that, if you like, you can get back at cribbage what you lost at chess. That is, of course, if you really want to." "He wouldn't play," said the Major, shaking his head. "No, but I will," said Mrs. Riddel, with a smile. "I think I've got a plan." She blushed charmingly, and then, in modest alarm at her boldness, dropped her voice almost to a whisper.
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