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He had the air of a man who prepares a bombshell. Maraton stretched out his hand toward it. "Is that for me?" he asked. Peter Dale kept his fingers upon it. "Its contents concern you," he announced. "I'll read it, if you'll be so good as to listen. Came as a bit of a shock to us, I must confess." "Anonymous?" Maraton murmured.
Then, as everyone was silent, he resumed: "Before leaving I hand over to you the books, papers, and accounts necessary for my successor. I must at the same time inform you that, without speaking of the stolen three hundred and fifty thousand francs, I leave a deficit in cash." "A deficit!" This ominous word from the lips of a cashier fell like a bombshell upon the ears of Prosper's hearers.
There was a curious smile on the Moor's lips while the midshipman delivered this speech with flashing eyes and energetic action, but there was no anger in his tone as he replied "Englishman," he said quietly, "you love this girl." If a bombshell had exploded under his feet our middy could hardly have been taken more by surprise.
For he loved her in a still, determined, undeviating way. And no woman would care to tell such a secret to a man who loved her and who was almost certain, barring the explosion of a moral bombshell, and perhaps even then, to go on loving her. No one knew why Lady Sellingworth had abruptly and finally emerged from the world of illusions in which she had lived.
Every bet I ever made I lost except when I coppered it. Every boat I ever sailed on sank except the submarines. Everything I was ever interested in went to pieces except a patent bombshell that I invented. Everything I ever took hold of and tried to run I ran into the ground except when I tried to plough. And that's why they call me Bad-Luck Kearny. I thought I'd tell you.
She had several aliases, and was an abandoned character, being a prostitute to the negroes, and at this time kept as a mistress by a bold, desperate negro named Caesar. This revelation of Mary's fell on the Grand Jury like a bombshell. The long- sought secret they now felt was out. They immediately informed the magistrates. Of course the greatest excitement followed.
With the easy, respectful familiarity of long and faithful service, the negro men and women crowded around the entering party with loving greetings. The news of the Iron King's marriage was told by Sylvan. Had a bombshell fallen and exploded among the servants, they could not have been more shocked. There was a simultaneous exclamation of surprise and dismay, and then total silence.
With exclamations of alarm and distress we lifted and bore her within the room and laid her tenderly down upon the nearest sofa. At that moment a deafening, terrific thunder-clap one only as if a huge bombshell had burst in the air, shook the ground under our feet; and then with a swish and swirl of long pent-up and suddenly-released wrath, down came the rain.
Oliver, "how would you like to come here and live with us awhile?" This was a bombshell. The boy hesitated naturally, being taken quite by surprise. Oliver.
Instantly, I recollect, my thoughts flew back to the Tantallon Castle and the dark words we had heard whispered, so it was not as much of a surprise to me as to the residents at Kimberley; to them it came as a perfect bombshell, so well had the secret been kept. The next day the text of the Manifesto, issued by Mr.
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