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"I disagree with ye," interposed Macfarlane "I think Errington should hear what we ha' heard; it's fair an' just to a mon that he should understand what sort o' folk are gaun to pairtake wi' him at his table. Ye see, Errington, ye should ha' thought a wee, before inviting pairsons o' unsettled an' dootful chairacter " "Who says they are?" demanded Errington half-angrily. "The drunken Dyceworthy?"
"You don't mean to tell me that you have not done anything to find my uncle?" she exclaimed with fiery emphasis. "You've surely had some search made? surely!" "We knew nothing of his disappearance until ten o'clock this morning," replied Gabriel, half-angrily. "But since then? Why, you've had five hours!" she said. "Has nothing been done? Haven't you even told the police?"
Poor little Emma would shrink away instinctively from her father when he would return home in the evening and endeavour to lavish upon her his caresses. Sometimes Mr. Martin would get irritated at this. "What are you sidling off in that way for, Emma?" he said, half-angrily, one evening, when he was more than usually under the influence of liquor, as Emma shrunk away from him on his coming in.
"You don't speak out and tell me, so I am obliged to ask." "Well," said Singh gloomily, "I want to be open and tell you; but you are such a queer fellow." "Yes, I am," said Glyn, looking hard at his companion. "Well, so you are," said Singh half-angrily; "and you are so fond of finding fault with me and not liking what I do."
No fencing, said this inward monitor, no circumlocution get to it, straight out. And Stoner thrust his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a copy of the reward bill. He opened it before his employer, watching Mallalieu's face. "That!" he said. "Just that, Mr. Mallalieu." Mallalieu glanced at the handbill, started a little, and looked half-sharply, half-angrily, at his clerk.
She felt very helpless in this battle with death, but her determination never left her. She ran to the door. Poor Garibaldi was still standing hitched to the stretcher. Lucia went to her and led her back to the door of the cottage. She looked half-fearfully, half-angrily at the town above her. "He shall not die!" she said between her teeth, and went back into the house.
"She's all wrong," said Isabel. "It won't do." Poor Rosier gazed at her half-pleadingly, half-angrily; a sudden flush testified to his sense of injury. "I've never been treated so," he said. "What is there against me, after all? That's not the way I'm usually considered. I could have married twenty times." "It's a pity you didn't.
He called and warbled every day, as if he felt sure she was within ear-shot and could be hurried up. Now he warbled half-angrily or upbraidingly, then coaxingly, then cheerily and confidently, the next moment in a plaintive, far-away manner. He would half open his wings, and twinkle them caressingly, as if beckoning his mate to his heart. One morning she had come, but was shy and reserved.
"I was just explaining to Mr. Greer " "To Mr. Greer?" He looked at me too, half-angrily. "I know the stories that are about," she continued quietly; "and I was saying to your friend that, since we had been so happy as to be spared, it seemed useless to dwell on what has happened elsewhere." "Damn what happened elsewhere! I don't yet know what happened here." I put a hand on his arm. Mlle.
The next minute he was stepping gently back, and ascended once more to the deck. "Oh, here he is," said the captain. "Look sharp, squire, if you want a shot at the blackguards before they get into shelter." "Not I," said Brace half-angrily. "Ah, look, look!"
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