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"There that's the look of yours I like so much," he said at last, watching her colour rise. "You know you are just a nice child, Esther an awfully nice child! That's how I first thought of you." With a gesture half-afraid he put up one finger and touched a tendril of hair that had strayed loose on her neck. She felt shyer than before, and turned her attention to the roses.
"Oh, I was only trying to get at that there sixpence," said the poor fellow, with a dismal look in his face. "I'm half-afraid it's lost. No, it ain't! I just touched it then." "Then don't touch it any more." "But I want it." "No, you don't, not till that girl comes; and you had better keep it till we say good-bye." "Think so?" said Punch. Pen nodded. "You think she will come again, then?"
Ryan, as she served lunch for the two sisters. Mrs. Ryan would not exactly say, as her master told her, that it was the custom to give lunch; in fact, at sight of the menu she was told to get she was half-afraid Miss Wharton would refuse it, for chicken and cherry-tart with cream, followed by coffee and dessert, was rather a grand lunch to send in for a City clerk.
I'll help you," said Winifred, as she opened a closet door and drew out a brown linen bag. "This is the scrap-bag. Look, Ruthie;" and she drew out a long strip of plaided silk. "That would make a lovely sash for Cecilia," said Ruth, "but of course it would be nice for Josephine," she added quickly, half-afraid that she had seemed grasping of Winifred's possessions.
And Gooja Singh stood a little forward from the others, half-truculent and half-afraid. "What do you want?" asked Ranjoor Singh. "Of what were you whispering?" But Gooja Singh did not answer. "No need to tell me!" said Ranjoor Singh. "I know! Ye all seek leave to loot! They gasped at him all of them, Tugendheim included.
They possessed an immense fascination for Chris Wyndham, these cliffs. There was a species of dreadful romance about them that attracted even while it awed her. She longed to explore them, and yet deep in the most private recesses of her soul she was half-afraid. So many terrible stories were told of this particular corner of the rocky coast.
'But, nursie, you don't think Eva is doing what is right, do you? inquired Vava, who was quite put out at this way of taking what the girl had been half-afraid to tell her, for fear the old woman should refuse to have anything more to do with Eva. She was to be yet further surprised, for the housekeeper turned on her severely.
Kedzie gasped from her pillow, half-awake and only half-afraid, so prettily befuddled she was with sleep. She would have made a picture if Jim had had eyes to see her as she struggled to one elbow and thrust with her other hand her curls back into her nightcap, all askew. Her gown was sliding over one shoulder down to her elbow and up to one out-thrust knee.
"It was the day of days, and yet it was a lingering, watching, waiting tragedy. You know I had lived the years lonely, fought the lone fight, and you, away, the only kin. If it had failed . . . But your boat shot from the bluffs into the open, and I was half-afraid to look. Men have never called me coward, but I was nearer the coward then than ever and all before.
"Are you tired after your long walk?" "Sorter." Becky came over to the chair and sank into it. Then she said abruptly: "Zalie's gone!" The brief statement had power to visualize the young creature as Angela had once seen her: pretty as the flower whose name she bore, a little shy thing with hungry, half-afraid eyes. "Is she dead?" Sister Angela's gaze grew deep and sympathetic.
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