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Once the sun had worked its way through the murk and had hung in the sky like a great red orange, but now all was darkness and discomfort again, blended with that odd suggestion of mystery and romance which is a London fog's only redeeming quality. It seemed to Derek that he had been patrolling the platform for a life-time, but he resumed his sentinel duty.
You cannot go, Jarvis; I want you here. And with her soft hands she blinded him playfully. 'Silver, Silver, called old Fog's voice above, 'come within; I want you. After that the two men were very crafty in their preparations. The boat ready, Waring went the rounds for the last time.
Being aft, his weight caused the water to run down to him, and he could thus perform the two operations at the same time. When pitch-blackness had come he knew that he was out of reach of the schooner's horn. His only chance lay in the fog's lifting or the passing of some schooner. His principal concern was for the wind.
The echoes of the motor-boat died suddenly away and he groped his way to the edge of the cliff and scrambled down the trail. "You'd better take her now. The fog's getting pretty thick and I don't know the shore-line along here." Dickie Lang took the wheel. "I don't know it any too well myself," she admitted. "We'll have to go mighty slow and feel our way along."
The summary of the London Journal seems to show that it was continually occupied in controverting the views and arguments of the Craftsman. Fog's Journal is employed in making war upon the London Journal and the Free Briton. The following specimen does not say much for Mr. These old newspapers give us curious glimpses of the manners of the time.
He lit his pipe behind the aft skylight, and then answered, as he puffed clouds of smoke to the lee-side "Well, you see, sir, as there ain't nobody a-livin' in that perticler place, you don't go for to look to hearin' of voices, or, in plain lingo, there's something queer about it." "And that's your opinion, Dan?" "As true as this fog's a-liftin' to windward."
They'll be protected by it as they advance on the bridges, but they wouldn't dare move through it to attack us here on the heights." "Here's the dawn again," said Harry. "I can see the ghost of the sun over there trying to break through, but as there's no wind now the fog's going to hang heavy and long."
I was looking forward to having a decent lunch ashore for once," he added regretfully, "but now this beastly fog's gone and put the hat on it. Lord! I'm fed up to the neck with the grub on board!" "Tinned salmon fish-cakes for breakfast," murmured the Sub. "Curried salmon for lunch, and tinned rabbit pie for dinner. My sainted aunt! The Ritz and Carlton aren't in it!" The skipper laughed.
What sort of day do you think it's going to be for a sail?" Barlow came out to the edge of the piazza, and looked at the sea and sky. "First-rate. Fog's most burnt away now. You don't often see a fog at Jocelyn's after ten o'clock in the mornin'." He looked for approval to Mrs. Maynard, who said, "That's so. The air's just splendid. It 's doing everything for me."
But in all those stories the murderer or murderers always had a very strong motive, the motive being, in almost every case, a wicked lust for gold. At last, after having passed her handkerchief over her forehead, she went into the room where Bunting was sitting smoking his pipe. "The fog's lifting a bit," she said in an ill-assured voice.
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