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Updated: June 2, 2025
Not one of the soldiers had dared touch the upright body with the record exactly like a head on its neck. Brrr! A cold shiver ran down Miska's back at the recollection, and his heart stopped beating in fright when just at that moment the Lieutenant again began to scream: "Phonograph! Only a phonograph!"
"A strange man, Sauvresy," said he. It was Sauvresy's extraordinary idea of vengeance which struck him in the story. He admired his "good playing" in a drama in which he knew he was going to yield up his life. "I don't know many people," pursued the detective, "capable of so fearful a firmness. To let himself be poisoned so slowly and gently by his wife! Brrr! It makes a man shiver all over!"
A retort sprang to his lips that professional knowledge is always an asset. But the words did not fall. Nor did it seem worth while to tell her that for three weeks he had had his lunches over a dairy counter to save money for the book. Instead he mustered a smile. "As you see, we're keeping the bassinet and the book goes back." She saw only the smile. "Why, we almost had a tiff, didn't we. Brrr!"
"Where is my child?" cried she in a voice of anger and despair. "Here he is," answered one of the crowd. "The foreigner is painting a picture of him." There was a piercing yell, and the pale woman looked such daggers at me that I nearly dropped the sketch, brushes and palette out of my hands. Oh, it was such a look! Brrr! how I shivered.
Brrr!" said Maitland, shuddering and shivering with the combination of a nauseous odor and the night's coolness the latter by now making itself as unpleasantly prominent as the former. Though he hated the smell with all his heart, manfully inconsistent he raised his head, sniffing the air for further evidence; and got his reward in a sickening gust. "Tank leaked," he commented with brevity.
Nothing else remained to say, and the visitor disappeared silently in the whirling snow. "Brrr!" murmured Mr. Povey, shutting the door. Everybody felt: "What a funny ending of the old year!" "Sophia, my pet," Mrs. Baines began. But Sophia had vanished to bed. "Tell her about her new night-dress," said Mrs. Baines to Constance. "Yes, mother."
"You have an awful name like that and get insulted when people change it for you so here you are then! Take your fill of it! Mr. Paklin! Paklin!" The unfortunate name rang out clearly in the cool morning air. It was so keen as to make Kollomietzev, who came out after Sipiagin, exclaim several times in French... "Brrr! brrr! brrr!"
And the father, head of them all, called out, oh, in a careless tone, as if it were nothing uncommon: "Harness up to this machine here." And they drove it; the father drove. Brrr! said the thing, and felled the grass in swathes. The boys walked behind, nothing in their hands, doing no work, smiling. The father stopped and looked back. H'm, not as clear as it might be.
That, unless I misjudge my own inclinations in a similar matter, is something this mysterious Philadelphus hath arranged to relieve the tedium of " "Tedium!" the girl exclaimed. "By Hector, this Jewish wife of his would open his Ephesian eyes were she to let loose all I suspect in her!" "Brrr! But you are suspicious!" the athlete shivered.
When a certain stage of distress has been reached in his misery, the poor man no longer groans over evil, no longer returns thanks for good. That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint Martin, for the latter retained one-half of his cloak. At this brrr! the downpour of rain, redoubled in its spite, became furious. The wicked skies punish good deeds.
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