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Then she heard Aunt Isabel's voice, no louder than uncle Charlie's but more penetrating; it had a queer note in it almost as if she were crying. Suddenly she did cry out! And then Uncle Charlie's deep grumble again. Missy's heart nearly stopped beating. Could it be that Uncle Charlie had found out? That he was accusing Aunt Isabel and making her cry?

This conduct he afterwards strove to justify by accusing the young prince of having violated the agreement made at the interview; but even the debased moral sense of his age was revolted by this act, and declared the grounds whereon he excused it insufficient. But Trajan had not sunk so low as to shift his fault on another.

Collins not thus addressed her: "When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on the subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character."

He flung round upon her, and she fell back from the vehement accusing of his eyes. "Why?" he repeated. "Why?" He threw a hand at the empty sofa. "There!" he said. "There where you ask me to turn my back my dead wife lies there always for me. And she is between you and me for ever." It sounded to her but the utterance of morbidity.

Andrew had regarded him with almost feudal loyalty and admiration, and lately with bitter revolt and hatred, and now he was dead. He felt no sorrow, but rather a terrible remorse because he felt no sorrow. All the bitter thoughts which he had ever had against Lloyd seemed to marshal themselves before him like an accusing legion of ghosts.

And then there was darkness and blindness, and he stood once more before his congregation, speaking words that sounded hollow, hearing responses that mocked him, stared at by accusing eyes that knew him for a hypocrite.

Through the open door, now, I could hear what was going on in the next room, but could not see. "It was you, Lockwood," I heard a familiar voice accusing, "who was in the Museum the night the dagger disappeared." "Yes," replied Lockwood, a bit disdainfully. "I suspected something crooked about that dagger.

Then return to me and dip you legs afresh in the contents of this cup. So shall all my enemies, the children, become miserable swine, while no one will think of accusing me of the sorcery." "Very well; since such is your command, I obey," said the butterfly.

"That's right," replied Strong. "And you're making a big mistake accusing the cadets of the murder of Professor Sykes, when you're not even sure the professor has been murdered! The man you want to question about that is Lieutenant Governor Vidac!" A startled murmur ran through the assembled men.

"'The next morning the stiff and convulsed body of Rapha Ginestous was picked up, and as everybody knew his inveterate drinking habits, no one thought of instituting an inquiry, or of accusing me of a crime, and thus I was avenged, and had a yearly income of nearly fifteen thousand francs. What, after all, is the good of being honest, and of pardoning our enemies, as the Gospel bids us?