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Updated: June 28, 2025
The breeze had died away, not a fish was rising; save for the lost music of the larks no birds were piping; alone, a single pigeon at brief intervals cooed from the neighbouring wood. They did not stay much longer in the boat.
On the same day that Thebes capitulated the household of Hermippus left Trœzene to return to Athens. When they had told Hermione all that had befallen,—the great good, the little ill,—she had not fainted, though Cleopis had been sure thereof. The colour had risen to her cheeks, the love-light to her eyes. She went to the cradle where Phœnix cooed and tossed his baby feet.
"If that's it," said Edward Henry like lightning, "why did you stick me out you weren't afraid of hydrophobia?" "I'll thank you to come upstairs," she replied with warmth. "Oh, all right, my dear! All right!" he cooed. And they went upstairs in a rather solemn procession.
"The stone was too sharp," he announced to the astounded police judge, who thought he had gone mad. "I must bruise it a trifle. There is nothing like being realistic in such matters." Whereupon Carter Watson found a smooth stone and with it pounded his cheek nicely several times. "Ah," he cooed. "That will turn beautifully green and black in a few hours. It will be most convincing."
Gladys looked at her aunt again, this time with a half serious, half questioning expression. "Shall I be a politician?" she cooed, "and fill the house with suffragettes? You bad man, I believe you would revel in it. Don't you think so, Auntie?" "I think, instead of teasing your father so unmercifully, you had better pour him out a cup of tea," Miss Templeton replied.
Bernhard Bowman, who knew that people came to her chilly halls merely to have it known that they could come, might well envy poor little Milly Ridge her one magnet gift. "And so sweet," Mrs. Gilbert cooed fondly, watching her protégé.
Guilbert's latest song, cooed over the footlights of the Concerts Parisiens, still rings in his ears. The rustics who lived along the road were well accustomed to the sight of a high, tremulous phaeton flashing past them, and the crimson face of the young Prince bending over the horses.
I saw from the way Eliza kept her eyes on his movements that she was expecting he would do something to hurt me, but in this she was pleasantly disappointed, for he never once touched my cage and cooed as softly when he spoke to me as Polly herself might have done.
"The king, king, king," twittered the sparrows, and their little tones were full of gladness and praise. A thrush sat in the hedge, and she was singing her morning song. It was a hymn of praise, how beautiful it was! "The king the king the king," sang the thrush, and she sang, too, of his goodness, it was a wondrous song, and it was all about the king. The doves cooed in the elm-trees.
"But I am, dear. I'm your mother," cooed the Mother, proud of herself. After a while she let him go because she pitied him. Then she stood up, stern and straight, and demanded things of these other two. "How came you here, Mary? I thought you were going on a visit. Is this the way you see your publishers, William?" "I I couldn't wait," murmured the Impatient Aunt. "I wanted to hear him shout.
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