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They had reached the place where he had picked up the wallet, and above him gloomed the dark bulk of the portico with its glass-house atop. The house was in darkness, no lights shone anywhere. "I will take you in through the door under the portico. It is the way Mr. Milburgh always comes. Have you a light?" He had his electric lamp in his pocket and he put a beam upon the key-hole.
"No! no!" cried the boy, springing between us, and appealingly laying one hand on Charlie's shoulder, the other on mine. "You mustn't let me spoil your trip. I'll compromise. And, skipper, I'll tell your friend here all there is to tell everything I swear if you will leave it to his judgment." Charlie gloomed for a moment or two, thinking it over, while I stood aloof with an injured air.
"I don't know what you mean by 'we' don't. Nanda does." "But where's the support if she doesn't tell us?" Mrs. Brook, who had faced about, again turned from him. "I hope you don't forget," she remarked with superiority, "that we don't ask her." "YOU don't?" Edward gloomed. "Never. But I trust her." "Yes," he mused afresh, "one must trust one's child. Does Van?" he then enquired.
"But he says," she read, "he liked your courage, and he hated to spoil all your nice scout knots. That must mean he is a good friend." "Oh, it might just mean the opposite," gloomed Grace, who had read the letter so many times every syllable weighed a clause to her. "He may have meant that merely in sarcasm." "Who ever do you suppose he was?" asked Madaline foolishly.
The Seraph, with folded hands and bent head, repeated glibly: "Accept our thanks, O Lord, for these Thy good cweatures given to our use, and by them fit us for Thy service. Amen." There was a scraping of chairs, and we got to our feet. The Seraph, holding his bit of egg shell in his warm little palm asked "Is an egg a cweature, yet?" Mrs. Handsomebody gloomed down at him from her height.
He sat down in his large green morocco elbow-chair, drew himself close to his table, and glowered and gloomed at his writing apparatus, "a very handsome old box, richly carved, lined with crimson velvet, and containing ink-bottles, taper-stand, etc., in silver, the whole in such order that it might have come from the silversmith's window half an hour before."
Seems to me " and she broke off to look around the cheerful room with a glance of appreciation "seems to me we're pretty comfortable, we three, just as we are, without worrying 'bout making a lot more money and trying things that would be a bother and might turn out badly in the end." As Milly's face still gloomed, unresponsive, she added contritely, "I know it's small. It ain't what you "
Now certainly Francis had not cried much; his eyes were, notwithstanding, a little red. He had not yet learned to lie, but he might then have made his first assay had he had a fib at his tongue's end; as he had not, he gloomed deeper, and made no answer. 'You've been fighting! said his mother. 'I haena, he returned with rude indignation. 'Gien I had been, div ye think I wud hae grutten?
Passing over the Mount Parthenius, amid whose wild recesses gloomed the antique grove dedicated to Telephus, the son of Hercules , the Athenian heard a voice call to him aloud, and started to behold that mystic god to whom, above the rest of earth, were dedicated the hills and woods of Arcady the Pelasgic Pan.
"I have a bit of a halt myself," said M'I ver, with his usual folly; "and I'm sure I'm none the worse for it." The oldest boy sat up in bed and gloomed at us very sullenly. He could scarcely be expected to understand the conceits of M'Iver's tale about his lameness, that any one with eyes could behold had no existence.
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