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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Light it, please!" commanded Keenan. "Nothing will happen. I have in my hand here, where I stand, a thirty-eight calibre revolver, loaded and cocked. If there is one movement from the gentleman you speak of, I will empty it into him!" Both Keenan and Frank started, and peered through the blackness. For a careless and half-derisive, half-contemptuous laugh sounded through the room.
"What are you earning, Jack?" he said at last, with a half-derisive, half-humorous expression on his face. "A thousand dollars a year." Jack had never taken his eyes from his uncle's face, nor had he moved a muscle of his body. "And it would take you ten years to pay it if you dumped it all in?" "Yes." "Got anything else to offer?" This came in a less supercilious tone.
She knew she must do as he wished, and that very knowledge gladdened her, even in spite of her maternal dread of being parted from her babies. She saw his expression change. She saw the look of perplexity in the sudden drawing together of his finely marked brows, she saw the half-angry impatience flash into his eyes, she saw this again replaced with a half-derisive smile.
She was in a soft black dress with a blue sash, and a knot of blue at her throat a childish slip of a dress, which answered to her small rounded form, her curly head, and the hand slipping along the marble rail. She came down silently smiling, taking each step with great deliberation, in spite of the outbreak of half-derisive sympathy with which she was greeted from her friends below.
The sentiment of his life being utterly ruined by this contact with such a crime expressed itself quaintly by a sort of half-derisive mental exclamation, "There goes my silver medal!" Haldin continued after waiting a while "You say nothing, Kirylo Sidorovitch! I understand your silence. To be sure, I cannot expect you with your frigid English manner to embrace me. But never mind your manners.
Whereas those who always crawl on the earth haven't far to fall. Now look here, Toby, you and I have got to have a talk." "Yes, sir," said Toby, blinking rather rapidly. Saltash was watching him with a faint smile in his eyes, half-derisive and half-tender. "What are you going to be, Toby?" he said. "It all turns on that." Toby's hand still gripped the back of his chair.
The latter seemed gay, talkative and perfectly sober. He looked at Yourii in a strange manner, half-friendly and half-derisive. Then his thoughts turned to the scene in the wood with Sina. "It would have been base of me if I had taken advantage of her weakness," he said to himself. "Yet what shall I do now? Possess her, and then cast her off? No, I could never do that; I'm too kind-hearted.
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