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Then Harry became impatient to go on, and though I had no liking for the appearance of that long row of open doorways, I did not demur. Taking up our spears, we stepped out into the corridor and turned to the right. We found ourselves running a gantlet wherein discovery seemed certain.
The necessity of this inference has been felt strongly enough by Liberal historians to make them accept without demur the doctrine that the age of Pericles was the great age of visual art, and repeat it without mentioning the fact that in that age an aristocracy of some twenty-five thousand citizens was supported by the compulsory labours of some four hundred thousand slaves.
Harry felt inclined to demur, for he was fond of Jim, and his own pleasure always was first with him; but David understood, and gripped his brother's arm fiercely, holding him back. "Keep back," he said, in a whisper; "can't you see for yourself that there's trouble there?" "Trouble where?" said Harry, opening his eyes. "You are a muff. Can't you see that something has put Alison out?"
He now looked for a pretty scene in recompense: Richard leading up his wife to him, and both being welcomed by him paternally, and so held one ostentatious minute in his embrace. He said: "Before you return, I demur to receiving her." "Very well, sir," replied his son, and stood as if he had spoken all.
The term "the only Shake-scene" may be one of those curious coincidences which do occur. The presumption lies rather on the other side. I demur, when Mr. I do more than demur, I defy any man to exhibit that sense in Greene's words. "The utmost that we should be entitled to say," is, in my opinion, what we have no shadow of a title to say. Look at the poor hackneyed, tortured words of Greene again.
There he asked to see the certificates of the two trips. On seeing his credentials these were handed up without demur, and he withdrew with them to his hotel. "Come," he cried to Willis, who was reading in the lounge, "and see the final act in the drama." They retired to their private room, and there Hunt spread the two certificates on the table.
For once the fat boy did not demur. He was too hungry, and was willing to do almost anything that would hurry the supper along. Not a mouthful had any of them eaten since breakfast. The ponies were browsing contentedly, but the mule had lain down and gone to sleep. The day was still bright, though the air had grown cooler than when the sun was at its height.
And Joses was the Eye that watched all the stables on the South Downs from Beachy Head to the Rother and Putnam's most of all. When tackled further on the subject by Monkey Brand, the tout admitted the fact without demur and even with pride. "Yes," he swaggered. "I'm a commission agent. A very honourable profession, too." "Not ha hartist at all?" queried Monkey, chewing his quid.
Then Earle was again invited to subject himself to the same ordeal, and this time he did so without demur, stripping off first his thin linen jacket, and next the light woollen singlet which he was wearing as a substitute for a shirt. And now came a startling surprise.
There was a boy on board, a steerage passenger, who had been back and forth several times on this Liverpool line of packets. He was set to singing, and his sweet, clear voice rang out with song after song, almost all of them sad ones. At last one of the crew called on him for a song which he made some demur at singing. "My crew are tried, my bark's my pride, I'm the Pirate of the Isles."
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