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She was glad of the babble under which she could cover her moment's confusion; she struggled bravely to keep the disappointment from her face as she turned with the others to congratulate Ginny. The plaudits of the boys and girls were warm and whole-hearted. If any surprise was felt that it had been Ginny Cox and not Jerry Travis who had won the Award it was carefully concealed.
She shrugged a shoulder. "I don't babble any longer." "It's nothing to you whether I come or not?" "I'm very busy." He looked at her for a moment in silence, then he held out his hand once more. "I am disappointed in you!" "Are you, Hughie?" she said indifferently, as she took his hand without warmth. "Bowers!" Her tone was energetic and businesslike as she turned sharply.
The throngs in the streets were kaleidoscopic in costume and character: priests, soldiers, gendarmes, strange figures with turbans and other Oriental accoutrements; women gayly dressed and wearing their dresses with an air; men with curling mustachios, and with nothing to do, apparently, but amuse themselves; romantic artists with soft felt hats and eccentric beards; grotesque figures of poverty in rags and with ominous visages, such as are never seen in London; martial music, marching regiments, with gorgeous generals on horseback, with shining swords; church processions; wedding pageants crowding in and out of superb churches; newspapers, shop-signs, and chatter, all in French, even down to the babble of the small children.
"I have no niece." "Yea, but you have. Death breaks no kinship. It is souls that are related, not bodies; and souls live forever." "Babble! In a word, what brought you here?" "I came only to see you." "Well, then, I sent not for you." "Yet I thought you would wish to see me." "I do not." "Liot Borson is dead." "I am glad of it.
The babble of the arriving guests the strains of the orchestra became as the faint murmurs of a far off sea. For Paul, one fact, and only one, existed it was she his Lady of the Beauteous Countenance; no vision, but a bewitching creature of flesh and blood whose gloved hand rested for a moment in his own.
Not that her poor tongue in its trouble uttered speech such as those that heard could follow and understand, but only a restless babble of empty sounds, yet with tones of varying feeling, sometimes of gladness, sometimes of sorrow, sometimes of remonstrance, and sometimes of entreaty.
It isn't all Babble Machine with me." "No," said Graham, wondering what Babble Machine might be. "And you are certain this Ostrog you are certain Ostrog organised this rebellion and arranged for the waking of the Sleeper? Just to assert himself because he was not elected to the Council? "Everyone knows that, I should think," said the old man. "Except just fools. He meant to be master somehow.
But those who look before they babble or scribble will see and say that men who risk their lives habitually thirst for exciting pleasures between the acts of danger, are not for innocent tranquility. To this Denys was no exception. His whole military life had been half sparta, half Capua. And he was too good a soldier and too good a libertine to have ever mixed either habit with the other.
Her father looked on with darkling brows, and Giuliana began to gnaw her lip and look less lazy, whilst in the courtly background there was a respectful murmuring babble, supplying a sycophantic chorus to the Duke's detestable adulation. It was Cavalcanti, at last, who came to his daughter's rescue by a peremptory offer to escort the Duke and his retinue within.
Once he stared at Breede's detached cuffs with a scorn so malevolent that Breede turned them about on the desk to examine them himself. Bean went white, feeling "ready for anything!" but Breede merely continued his babble about "Federal Express" stock, and "first mortgage refunding 4 per cent. gold bonds," and multifarious other imbecilities that now filled a darkened world.
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