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I found Simon, sure enough, in the lane, seated in his cart, and his face looked squarer and grimmer even than usual. "Oh, Peter!" said he, gripping my hand, "it be come at last Gaffer be goin'." "Going, Simon?" "Dyin', Peter. Fell downstairs 's marnin'. Doctor says 'e can't last the day out sinkin' fast, 'e be, an' 'e be axin' for 'ee, Peter.
Gillian was idly scanning the list of marvellous little cakes furnished by the menu, and her first cognisance of the new-comer's approach was the vision of a strong, masculine hand gripping the back of the chair opposite her preparatory to pulling it out from under the table. "I'm afraid there's no other vacant seat," he was beginning apologetically.
I must say you're uncommon slow at gripping a situation, Davy. I'd my wife's score to settle, too, I tell you, as well as my own. He'd sat on his poor easy-going sister till she hadn't a feature left. I knew he had.
It was not necessary to repeat the order, for the disconcerted prosecutor, whirling about, had grasped Jack Orr by the arm and thrust him toward the key. The final test had come. Jack himself realized the significance of the moment, and for an instant hesitated, trembling. Then determinedly gripping himself he reached forward, grasped the key, and sent, "Do you know " "Orr! Orr!
'What d'ye mean by sayin' that ye've got t' marry her? 'I tell yer I mean what I say, he repeated dully. 'Ye mean ye've bin an' put t' girl in trouble? He said nothing; but sat staring stupidly at the floor. 'Look oop at me, and answer, she commanded, gripping his shoulder and shaking him. He raised his face slowly, and met her glance. 'Ay, that's aboot it, he answered. 'This'll na be truth.
He set his teeth, and springing at a window-sill, dragged himself up and hung to the iron bars. Then reason fled; there surged in his brain the sound of many voices, his heart leaped up beating a mad tattoo, and gripping at cornice and ledge he worked his way along the facade, clung to pipes and shutters, and dragged himself up, over and into the balcony by the lighted window.
Ambrose was white with horror, and Mary Goddard stood motionless, staring down at her husband, her hands gripping the disordered coverlet convulsively. Mr. Juxon had entered, too, while Mr. Ambrose remained outside with the detective, who had been frightened into submission by the physician's last threat.
At last, panting, perspiring, bleeding and bruised, Johnny clamped his right arm about his antagonist's neck and, flopping his body across his chest, lay there until the Russian's muscles relaxed. Sliding to a sitting position, the American began feeling about in the dark. At last, gripping a flashlight, he snapped it on. The face of the Russian revealed the fact that he was not unconscious.
There was an entire absence of excitement in his manner, though; no visible sign to tell that what he had seen on entering the cabin disturbed him in the least. Yet the whiteness of his face belied this apparent composure. It seemed to Sheila that his eyes betrayed the strong emotion that was gripping him. She retreated to the chair beside the desk and sank into it.
Will you leave go?" cried the lieutenant, who grew angry as his senses returned; and, gripping Jerry firmly, he wrenched himself round, made a violent effort, forced his man back, and rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Mr Lacey, sir, don't!" cried Jerry. "Oh, won't I!" cried the lieutenant. "What do you mean by it? How dare you, sir?
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