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Entrances, exits, the indication of "business," the animation of dialogue, the multiplication of designated characters, were things delightful in themselves while I panted toward the canvas on which I should fling my figures; which it took me longer to fill than it had taken me to write what went with it, but which had on the other hand something of the interest of the dramatist's casting of his personæ, and must have helped me to believe in the validity of my subject.
Silent, awed, in many cases speechless, the great congregation passed out of the several exits of the church. Among them was the woman we know as Judith Montmarte, and her son. In spite of their pre-occupation, many of the outgoing congregation turned to gaze with wondering eyes upon the handsome young fellow who walked with such a regal air beside his mother, Judith Montmarte.
The station, of which he had caught but a glimpse, in the livid dawn amidst the anguish of the terrible morning of their arrival, now surprised him by its spacious platforms, its broad exits, and its clear gaiety.
Even very honorable people when they get themselves into corners often seek for means of escape which certainly would not occur to them as the most dignified exits if they were, for instance, not in the corner, but in the middle of the room. Mrs. Bertram was a woman of resources, and she made up her mind what to do.
But when, after my six years' absence from the stage, I came back, and played a long and arduous part, I found that my breathing was still not right. This accounted for my exhaustion, or limpness and lack of vigor, as Charles Reade preferred to call it. As for the "ardent" exits, how right he was! That word set me on the track of learning the value of moving off the stage with a swift rush.
This subtle inter-penetration between humanity and the familiar Stage of its "exits and entrances" is only one portion of the weight of "cosmic" destiny one can use no other word which bears so heavily upon us as we read these books. In other writers one feels that when one has gone "full circle" with the principal characters, and has noted the "descriptive setting" all has been done.
In that brief period of time Jack seemed to glimpse all manner of strange tunnels leading from the secret retreat of the smuggler to certain exits back in the pine woods, craftily constructed for just such an emergency as had now come to pass.
"I thought you sent me word you had a cook?" "Yes, Baron, I did; but the fact of the matter is, sir, she left us last night, or, rather, early this morning." "Another one of your beautiful Parisian exits, I presume?" sneered the baron, tapping the floor angrily with his toe. "Well, yes, somewhat so; only she got her money first." "Money!" shrieked the baron. "Money!
I will take it on myself." She turned to the girls with another outbreak of irritability. "Be off!" Maria rose with dignity, and made one of her successful exits. "I am sorry, dear Miss Minerva, if I have done anything to make you angry." She pointed the emphasis on "I," by a side-look at her sister. Zo bounced out of the room, and performed the Italian boy's dance on the landing.
Yes this door is unlocked." He threw the keys on the table. "I respect your promise ... and Chunda Lal guards the outer exits." He opened the further door, by which he had entered, and went out. Miska, through the fingers of her shielding hands, watched him go. When he had disappeared she sprang up, clenching her teeth, and her face was contorted with anguish.
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