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Updated: September 7, 2025
She wondered if she ought to be offended by his caress. Then she wondered if he liked her hat, the new Oriental turban of rose and silver brocade. He dropped her hand. His elbow brushed her shoulder. He flitted over to the desk-chair, his thin back stooped. He picked up the cloisonne vase. Across it he peered at her with such loneliness that she was startled.
He watched Cotherstone produce a decanter and glasses, watched him fetch fresh water from a filter in the corner of the room, watched him mix the drinks, and took his own with no more than a polite nod of thanks. And Cotherstone, murmuring an expression of good wishes, took a drink himself, and sat down with his desk-chair turned towards his visitor. "Aught you'd like doing at the house, Mr.
The man to whom they were addressed slowly drew himself up from a half-recumbent position in his desk-chair, from which he had been dreamily talking into the ceiling, as it were, while his visitor leaned against a row of bookshelves and beat the floor impatiently with his foot. At the rude exclamation, Byng straightened himself, and looked fixedly at his visitor.
This good man whom she admired so much had not entertained a doubt that the editorial was from the brain and pen of Mr. Queed. She said painfully: "As to the effect upon the the reformatory " "It is killed," said Mr. Dayne, and went away to his desk. Sharlee turned in her desk-chair and looked out of the rain-blurred windows.
His friend had leaned forward, intensely, clutching his cane, with an unusually serious look on his face. Holloway had never seen Shirley take such an interest in any woman before. He arose from his desk-chair and walked to the broad window, which overlooked the thronging sidewalks of Broadway. "Down there is the biggest, busiest street in the world filled with women of all hues and shades.
Berta took it, sat down in a desk-chair near by, and turned the leaves slowly with fingers that trembled from nervousness. Bea bent over her shoulder. "It seems as if that name of yours is on every page," she teased, "pretty name, don't you think? And isn't it a beautiful, beautiful book! Wide margins, heavy paper, clear print, fine reproductions.
However, all these discoveries are nothing, to my mind, compared with that which I was able to make, in the presence of the acting-manager, in the managers' office, within a couple of inches from the desk-chair, and which consisted of a trap-door, the width of a board in the flooring and the length of a man's fore-arm and no longer; a trap-door that falls back like the lid of a box; a trap-door through which I can see a hand come and dexterously fumble at the pocket of a swallow-tail coat.
You have made half my plays what they are to-day." He rang and ordered some coffee. She dropped into his desk-chair and propped her chin in her palms, viewing him through half-closed, speculative eyes. "We've had some jolly larks together," he said. "I shall miss you; how much I shall know only when you are gone. Is he good-looking?" "Very.
He leaned back in his revolving desk-chair with a complaining squawk from the spring, he closed his eyes, put his fingers together piously, then seized the chair-arms and held them, while he cocked one eye open and squinted at a large alarm-clock on the desk. He sighed profoundly, bent forward, gazed at his ankle, and reached forward to scratch it.
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