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With the last of his strength he levered himself over and lay on his back, staring up at the thing that stood over him, with the darkness of exhaustion filming his eyes. It did not kill him at once, but stood staring down at him, and as the slow seconds ticked by and Jason was still alive he forced himself to consider this menace that appeared from the blackness.
"I wonder what it can be?" said Ruth. "Probably it's about the new plans Mr. Pertell has been working on," suggested Alice. "I think so," Russ said. He knew something of them, but had not permission to reveal them. And this proved to be the case. After the day's work was ended, and it included the filming of several scenes for important dramas, Mr.
"And after Paul sights the vessel, you register hope, Miss Ruth," went on the manager. "All ready now begin." So the filming of that scene went on. "Very good," complimented the manager. "Just a little more force there, Paul. Wait a minute, Russ. Do that one bit over." The scene was started over again, but it had proceeded only a minute or so before Russ gave an exclamation of annoyance.
Then I smelt the gas, and having had a previous dose at Vernilles, and not wishing for further acquaintance with it, I bade my man rush as quickly as possible back to "The White City." I got back to H.Q. dug-out just in time for tea. I told the officers present of my success in filming the "strafe," and I learned that it was the first time Fritz had put tear-shells over them.
If every scene took place in a studio, where artificial lights could be used, the filming could go on every day the actors were on hand, or whenever the director felt like working them and the camera men.
He imagined the first beginnings of suspicion; he saw it filming the eyes of his acquaintances, then of his friends, and at last sicklying over the face even of his brother Silas. In fancy he made frantic attempts to regain the confidence of his friends, to break through the impalpable, impenetrable barrier which the first stir of suspicion had put between their minds and his.
Since in that scene there is not a word spoken in the play itself, there is no difference in kind between the appeal of play or film. But the live rehearsal for the filming was at least twice as affecting as the dead result of that rehearsal on the screen.
"God!" burst from the count's cracked lips. His sword was rolling at his feet. It was the end. He shut his eyes. The marquis drew back his arm to send the blade home, and there came a change. At the very moment when victory must have been his, he staggered, a black mist filming his eyes. The magic blade slipped from his grasp and clanged to the floor. He tried to save himself, but he could not.
Cairn delayed for no further questions, but raced upstairs, his son close behind him. Together they burst into Lord Lashmore's bedroom. But just within the door they both stopped, aghast. Sitting bolt upright in bed was Lord Lashmore, his face a dingy grey and his open eyes, though filming over, yet faintly alight with a stark horror ... dead. An electric torch was still gripped in his left hand.
I Reach the First Line Belgian Trenches And become a Belgian Soldier for the Time Being A Night Attack An Adventure whilst Filming a Mitrailleuse Outpost Among the Ruins of Ramscapelle I Leave the Company and Lose my Way in the Darkness A Welcome Light and a Long Sleep How Little does the Public know of the Dangers and Difficulties a Film Operator has to Face. Leaving London, I crossed to France.
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