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Crippled as he was, he had struggled to this upright position, he was making frantic, miserable efforts to raise himself still further. He, too, had heard the dull thud of feet, the shuffling gait of men when carrying a heavy burden. His mind flew back half-a-century, to the days when he had witnessed scenes wherein he was then merely a half-interested spectator.
Then the expression, stealthy, resolute, which his discovery had evoked, faded, giving way to one of half-interested curiosity, as he saw that the potential enemies more or less redoubtable assailants were merely a few small boys, wandering along the reed-fringed bank, jabbering light-heartedly as they strolled. Suddenly there was a splash, a smothered cry, and a loud burst of shrill laughter.
So many Americans have used their Baedekers in Europe that I found troops of ready-made sympathisers, who, half-interested, half-amused, at the attempt to Baedekerise their own continent, knew pretty well what was wanted, and were able to put me on the right track for procuring information.
She lifted out a dainty, shell-pink garment, and shook it out before the half-interested, half-unwilling eyes of T. A. Buck. "This is the jacket. Buttons on the left; see? Instead of the right, as it would in a man's garment. Semi-sailor collar, with knotted soft silk scarf. Oh, it's just a little kink, but they'll love it. They're actually becoming. I've tried 'em. Notice the frogs and cord.
"What would you do if I said 'Yes'?" she questioned, in a small, tense whisper. He looked back at her, half-interested, half amused. "Do, urchin? Why, marry you!" he said. "Really marry me?" she urged. "Not make-believe?" He stiffened at that. "Do you know what you're saying?" he demanded, sternly.
I suppose," with half-interested sarcasm, "that you'd give her cold water to drink if she asked for it?" "Certainly." "Well, I expect she knows better than to ask for it!" Feeling Ann's imploring gaze, Callandar resorted to diplomacy. "The fact is, Mrs. Sykes," he said pleasantly, "there really isn't very much wrong with Ann.
Islands, they're discovered and then you own them, that's the way it is. Findings is keepings with islands." "Is that so?" said old Trimmer, half-interested and examining what might be called the underpinning of the island with keen preoccupation. "Well, you'll just clear off'n this here property double quick. Pile in here and I'll set you ashore."
For she has all, and we have nothing, as I have learned and you will learn before you die." He looked at the Wanderer as he spoke. His hollow eyes seemed calm enough, and in his dejected attitude and subdued tone there was nothing that gave warning of a coming storm. The Wanderer listened, half-interested and yet half-annoyed by his persistence. Unorna herself was silent still.
You see, he took four of his boat's crew to Tulagi to be flogged officially, you know then started back with them in the whaleboat. It was pretty squally, and the boat capsized just outside. Swartz was the only one drowned. Of course, it was an accident." "Was it? Really?" Bertie asked, only half-interested, staring hard at the black man at the wheel.
You see, he took four of his boat's crew to Tulagi to be flogged officially, you know then started back with them in the whale-boat. It was pretty squally, and the boat capsized just outside. Swartz was the only one drowned. Of course it was an accident." "Was it? Really?" Bertie asked, only half-interested, staring hard at the black man at the wheel.
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