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His command of language was such as that he seems never to have been at a loss; never to have fumbled, or hesitated, or fallen back upon the second best word; he saw instantly the point he wanted to make, and was instantly ready with the best words in which to make it. It was said of him that all his talk could be written down and printed without a correction.
I haven't made many demands, have I? since you first called me your friend." He paused and fumbled for words. "Don't don't dance any more to-night. Don't dance again." She stooped forward to look at him. "Not dance again? I? What do you mean?" "What I say. Let us go home." "Home? Now? When it's only half over? You don't know what you are saying." But her surprise was already on the wane.
'Then ask away and be damned to you! Harold's calm voice seemed to quell the other's turbulence as he went on: 'Were you on Caester Hill this morning? 'I was. 'Did you meet Miss a lady there? 'What . . . I did! 'Was it by appointment? Some sort of idea or half-recollection seemed to come to Leonard; he fumbled half consciously in his breast-pocket.
Their thoughts floated vaguely between the desire of rest and the desire of life, while their stiffened fingers cast off head-earrings, fumbled for knives, or held with tenacious grip against the violent shocks of beating canvas.
"Abruptly, the landlord, who was next to me, let out his breath with a little hissing sound; I knew then that something was visible to him. There came a creak from the table, and I had a feeling that the inspector was leaning forward, looking at something that I could not see. The landlord reached out his hand through the darkness, and fumbled a moment to catch my arm:
A low, taunting laugh broke from her lips through the inky darkness of the room. In a trice she had torn herself free from his grasp, and like a flash she had sped from the room and down the narrow hall and stairway, like a storm-driven swallow, leaving her companion stumbling about the place, and giving vent to curses loud and deep as he fumbled about his vest pocket for matches.
In one of them the glory of daylight had waxed, waned, and vanished. In the other, darkness reigned except for the glow from the electric light overhead. There was a sudden tension and catch in the watch. Arthur dropped it instantly. It flew to pieces before it reached the floor. "If you've got a watch," Arthur ordered swiftly, "stop it this instant!" Estelle fumbled at her wrist.
No wonder, since I found it afterwards to be four or five feet long a fortification in itself. As I still fumbled, a dog came on the inside and sniffed suspiciously at my hands, so that I was reduced to calling 'House ahoy! Mr. Muller came down and put his chin across the paling in the dark. 'Who is that? said he, like one who has no mind to welcome strangers. 'My name is Stevenson, said I.
"Why, Pudge," cried Geneviève, "what on earth are you doing out at this time of night!" "I'm going home, I tell you!" muttered the boy, on the defensive. He carried a large bag of what seemed to be chocolate creams, from which he was eating. As he passed, a twinge of memory disturbed him. He fumbled in his pockets.
He fumbled in his pocket. "The arithmetic is easy enough, Joe. Cut out the crew and air and you save something." He felt in another pocket. "Leave off the landing rockets, and you save plenty more. Count in the cargo you could take anyhow" he searched another pocket still "and you get forty-two tons of cargo per space barge, delivered at the Platform. Six drones that's 252 tons in one tow! Here!"
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