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Updated: May 1, 2025
"I have had good teachers before," said Rose, crumpling up her nose and her forehead tightly, and swelling a little with wounded self-respect as well as wounded vanity. "It is queer, to say the least, if all my teachers were in a conspiracy to push me on to what I was not fit for, and to give me work altogether beyond my powers."
They haf no right to put poison in the sugarplum, and let the small ones eat it. No, they should think a little, and sweep mud in the street before they do this thing." Mr. Bhaer spoke warmly, and walked to the fire, crumpling the paper in his hands.
"My pins always come out," said Ethel, disconsolately, crumpling the black folds into one hand, while she hunted for a pin with the other. "No wonder, if you stick them in that way," said Richard. "Oh! you'll tear that crape. Here, let me help you. Don't you see, make it go in and out, that way; give it something to pull against." Ethel laughed.
Serious situations always embarrassed him and made him formal, even when he felt real sympathy. "In times like this, Ray," he brought out at last, crumpling up his handkerchief in his long fingers, "in times like this, we don't want to forget the Friend that sticketh closer than a brother." Ray looked up at him; a lonely, disconsolate smile played over his mouth and his square cheeks.
A change came over his face. "I've got to go out!" he exclaimed, crumpling up the missive. He reached for his raincoat limping across the room. "Go out in this storm!" cried Jack. "You oughtn't to!" "Not with a lame ankle," added Bert. "I've got to," insisted Tom. "It means more than you think," and telling his chums not to sit up for him, he hurried out into the storm and darkness.
Can't you take a hint, Genevieve Singleton? Stay in your own part of the house. Catherine simply hates the sight of you. Tears ran down Genevieve's face as she re-read this precious epistle and then crumpling the paper in her hands she ran to her room. Sympathizing friends followed, and "Poor Genevieve!" was heard on all sides. Judith had been a distressed spectator of this scene.
Long after the last real chance had utterly vanished, I pleased myself with the fond illusion that somewhere on the waste of waters she was still floating, and there were YEARS during which I never heard the sound of the great guns booming inland from the Navy-yard without saying to myself, "The Wasp has come!" and almost thinking I could see her, as she rolled in, crumpling the water before her, weather-beaten, barnacled, with shattered spars and threadbare canvas, welcomed by the shouts and tears of thousands.
Benedetto remained silent, while a thousand confused ideas ran through his mind. He stood with downcast eyes, his left hand carelessly stroking his chain and his right crumpling his green cap. "Mother," he finally said, in a low voice, "there is no use speaking of the past let us think of the future. You are going to depart to-morrow; where are you staying now?"
It announced the death in action of Lord Jasper Jayne. "My God!" he said, crumpling the paper as he gaped at the announcement. "Is it bad news, sir?" the post-mistress asked. "A friend of mine," he answered, turning to her. "Killed at the Front!" "Aw, dear," she said. "Aw, dear-a-dear! An' there'll be plenty more, sir. There's young fellas away from the village, sir. My own nephew's away.
He got up out of his chair, heavily, tiredly; put on his raincoat and stood, for a moment, crumpling his soft hat in his hands, looking down at her. She hadn't risen. She'd gone limp all at once, and was leaning over the table. "Good-by," he said at last. She said, "Good-by, Roddy," and watched him walking across the lobby and out into the rain. He'd left his newspaper.
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