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Eugenie's first and only love was a wellspring of sadness within her. Meeting her lover for a few brief days, she had given him her heart between two kisses furtively exchanged; then he had left her, and a whole world lay between them. This love, cursed by her father, had cost the life of her mother and brought her only sorrow, mingled with a few frail hopes.

The men turned and looked at him, not suddenly, or all at once, but furtively, cautiously, slowly. The banker crouched at the table with an astonished face and tried to smuggle the cards out of sight. John stood calmly, his whole figure displaying courage and confidence. The group of men broke up. "He's got the 'coppers," said one. Nobody else spoke, and they began to melt away.

Peter Van Degen appeared in the opposite box with Ralph Marvell behind her. The two seemed to be alone in the box as they had doubtless been alone all the evening! and Undine furtively turned to see if Mr. Van Degen shared her disapproval. But Mr. Van Degen had disappeared, and Undine, leaning forward, nervously touched Mabel's arm. "What's the matter. Undine? Don't you see Mr. Marvell over there?

He had watched Belle Purtett all the morning, and saw that she distinguished nobody with her smiles, not even that coq du village, Ringdove. He also observed that she was furtively watching him. By-and-by she sailed out of the crowd, and went off a little way to practise. "Now," said he to himself, "sail in, Bill Tarbox!" Belle heard the sharp strokes of a powerful skater coming after her.

"I never saw a bally table tip," observed Tressilvain. "How do you do it, Louis?" "I don't; it tips. Come, Shiela, if you don't mind. Come on, Billy." Tressilvain seated himself and glanced furtively about him. "I dare say you're all in this game," he said, with a rattling laugh. "It's no game. If the table tips it tips, and our combined weight can't hold it down," said Malcourt.

The other was a short, thickset, heavy-jowled man, with a great shock of sandy hair, and small black eyes that looked furtively out from overhanging, bushy eyebrows. "Well," Hamvert was saying, "the details are your concern. What I want is results. We won't waste time. You're to be back here by daylight only see that there's no come-back." "Leave it to me!" returned the Weasel, with assurance.

Upon leaving the house he loitered about the courtyard, furtively examining the premises, so that a sergeant of halberdiers asked him why he was waiting there.

I might have come down with you and Sylvia if I had known. … Is Plank dining with you alone?" "I haven't seen him," smiled Leila evasively. "He will tell us his plans of course when he comes." "Oh," said Quarrier, dropping his eyes and glancing furtively toward the curtained windows through which he could see the street and his Mercedes waiting at the curb.

But Susanna had in addition a warmth and impulsiveness, almost volcanic in their nature, which struck me as foreign to the expression that lay in the minister's cold, clear, intelligent eyes. The minister praised me for my thoughtfulness, but repeated several times, to my secret humiliation, that I had a way of furtively looking down that I must try to get rid of.

Meanwhile, you go and change; and when you come back we'll forget this nonsense over a bowl of punch. We've both had a drenching this wild night, and we shall neither of us be the worse for a good Captain's nip. James stole furtively away, making himself as small as possible, and the General's eye followed him to the door.