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And in that case, too, she would probably not want to talk if she drove home from the cemetery with his brother: nor would she want the brother to talk. Silence is usually either stupid or timid. But for a man who stammers if he tries to talk fast, and drawls so slowly, when he doesn't stammer, that nobody has time to listen to him, silence is advisable.
After the way you've treated us from the first, I'd be pretty dull not to know you're as choice of Phillida as I am; and she is all that matters." "Who is?" demanded Phillida, returning. "Me? I haven't the least idea what you are talking about, Drawls, but I think Cousin Roger matters a great deal more than I do, just now.
Grisha, wrapped up as he is, feels insufferably hot and stifled. "Why is this?" he wonders, looking about him. He sees the dark ceiling, the oven fork with two horns, the stove which looks like a great black hole. "Mam-ma," he drawls. "Come, come, come!" cries the nurse. "Wait a bit!" The cook puts a bottle on the table, two wine-glasses, and a pie.
She turned in her low chair beside the lamp and glanced toward the window behind her, before replying. I noticed the action, because a moment before Vere had turned precisely the same way. "It is good of you to think of those things, Cousin Roger," she declared. "But, I want to be a real wife to Drawls. I do, indeed! And I have it all to learn because I was not brought up for that.
'Come, Miss Polly, says he, 'you can sing away fast enough for your dashed old father and some o' them swells from Bathurst. By George, you must tune your pipe a bit this time for Dan Moran. The poor girl said she couldn't sing just then, but she'd play as much as he liked. 'Yer'd better sing now, he drawls out, 'unless ye want me to come and make you. I know you girls wants coaxing sometimes.
"Please do not be so frightfully sensible, Drawls. You know I mean a different loudness. It sort of rises up and swims all over one, then dies away." "Even a fountain will seem to do that if a wind shifts the spray," I suggested. "Yes, Cousin Roger. But there is no wind tonight." A discomfort stirred me at the simple reminder. I fancied Vere was similarly affected.
Five minutes later she was asleep. Sheila had been dreaming of a world in which there was nothing but rain and mud and clouds and reckless-eyed individuals who conversed in irritating drawls when a sharp crash of thunder awakened her. During her sleep she had turned her face to the wall, and when her eyes opened the first thing that her gaze rested on was the small window above her head.
"We-e-ell," he drawls out, still breathin' a bit hard, but gettin' back his gentle smile, "I didn't want to do no fursin' with them constables; but you know Mistuh Phil he told me to see that Robin didn't git into no trouble, and and we-e-ell, I didn't care for their motions none at all, I didn't. So I jes' had to tap 'em a little." "Tappin' is good!" says I. "And how about you, Robin?
Phillida, who had been silent even when Vere left her to go upstairs, shrank away from the book on the table. She darted a glance over her shoulder at the curtained windows behind her. "Drawls, I cannot help what everybody thinks of me," she said plaintively. "I am cold. The fire is ready laid in the grate. Will you put a match to it, please?" No one smiled at the request.
You may thank my generosity that it is not. These houses, as you know, Mr. Patterson, are not only dangerous, but damaging to men of potent morality like you." "But, your Honor knows they are much frequented," meekly drawls the parson. "It affords no palliation," sharply responds the Judge, his face crimsoning with blushes.
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