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If he prints a second one I shall treat him as a personal enemy." "Better make a friend of him." "How?" "Meet him at my table." She jumped an illumined half-about on her chair. "So I will, then. What are the creature's tastes?" "Hunts, does he?" The editor rose in her mind from the state of neuter to something of a man. "I recollect an article in that paper on the Ormont duel.
He turned half-about as the pistol slid from his fingers. He gave no cry; only there leached us a loose, throttling sound such as a steam whistle makes before fetching its note. It came to us in the lull between two waves that broke and raised up the sands to ripple round his feet. "Both hands up, Mr. Glass!" Dr. Beauregard advanced a step.
If he prints a second one I shall treat him as a personal enemy." "Better make a friend of him." "How?" "Meet him at my table." She jumped an illumined half-about on her chair. "So I will, then. What are the creature's tastes?" "Hunts, does he?" The editor rose in her mind from the state of neuter to something of a man. "I recollect an article in that paper on the Ormont duel.
"Hey, what is it?" the Collector demanded, slewing himself to the half-about in his chair. The girl stepped forward into the candle-light. Over her shoulders she wore a faded plaid, the ends of which her left hand clutched and held together at her bosom. "Your Honour's pardon for troubling," she said, and laying a gold coin on the table, drew back with a slight curtsy.
"Well, that's over!" Captain Caius Hocken, from the stern-sheets of the boat bearing him shoreward, slewed himself half-about for a look back at his vessel, the Hannah Hoo barquentine. This was a ticklish operation, because he wore a tall silk hat and had allowed his hair to grow during the passage home St.
Then, as 'Bias made no sign of lifting his sullen gaze from the strip of carpet by the bed, he turned half-about towards the door. "'Bias Hunken," said he gently, "you're a good man, an' deserved this luck better'n me. . . . If you can't put away hard thoughts just yet, maybe you'll remember, some day, that I wished 'ee long life to enjoy it." His hand was on the door.
Such was his haste that in passing the corner of the bridge he scarcely observed a knot of children gathered thereby, until 'Beida's voice hailed him and brought him to a halt. "Mr Nanjivell!" "Hey! Is that you, Missy?" Nicky-Nan wheeled half-about. "If you had eyes in your head, you wouldn' be starin' at me," said 'Beida, "but at 'Bert.
"Shall we h'ist 'em?" "Not jest yet, boys: I have a few words to say, first." Then turning half-about in the doorway, Deadwood Dick continued: "Ladies and gentlemen, a little tragedy is about to take place here soon, and it becomes necessary that I should say a few words explaining what cause I have for hanging these two wretches whom you see here.
The old woodsman saw that the time had come for prompt action. He snatched up his loaded rifle from the corner where it stood always ready, ran out upon the steps, and shouted at the bull. The great black animal stopped and looked around, mumbling deep in his throat. He wheeled half-about to return to the old enemy. Then he paused irresolutely and eyed the gay bevy of children.
A good cheery voice a voice the curtain could not muffle rang it down the corridor as on the note of a cornet. The wine was at Ruth's lip, scarcely wetting it. She lowered the glass steadily and turned half-about in her chair at the moment when, as before a whirlwind, the curtain flew wide and a stranger burst in on the run with Manasseh at his heels. "Oliver!"
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