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Updated: May 10, 2025
Miss Gibbs is a nice little girl, a pretty little thing and as straight as a die. But she is not your equal in any sense; neither socially nor intellectually; and though you may not believe it, you would regret the marriage in a week." Owen looked at him, half-affectionately, half-quizzically, for a moment. "Why should I, Barry?
"And yet, Manuel," the American smiled half-quizzically, "yet we seem foreordained to play bodyguard to Karyl. Fate throws him on our hands." "We might decline in future to accept the charge." Benton halted so close to the water's edge that a bit of sea-weed was washed up close to his feet. "Any threat to the throne of Galavia now is also a threat to Her.
She almost added, "And it is she whom your stepmother is jealous of," but she pulled herself up in time. "What a lot you seem to know about Holliday," remarked Roger half-quizzically, half-seriously, eyeing her over the menu. She laughed cheerfully. "I do. I told you he interested me as a type. Caviare or grape-fruit? Oh, caviare. I feel like it, somehow."
He stood back and watched the kaleidoscope of our coats and veils, half-quizzically, but with something in his face that I had not seen there before. If he had not been so self-reliant and big, I would have said he was lonely. Not that he was pathetic in any sense of the word. Of course, he avoided me, which was natural and exactly what I wished.
"Just at first," whispered Dinah. "Oh, don't be angry! Please don't be angry! You you weren't in earnest either just at first." He considered the matter in silence for a few moments. Then half-quizzically, "I don't see that that is any reason for throwing me over now," he said. "If you don't love me to-day, you will to-morrow." She shook her head. "Quite sure?" he said.
Then as quiet followed the racket above "So you're from Paris, France?" he asked half-quizzically. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet somebody from somewhere. As I, too, have lived not in vain! in Paris, France, we may have mutual friends?"
My Uncle Peter looked at him half-quizzically, yet with a smile of benevolent approval, and conferred upon him the honour and reward of escorting the True Story Teller home in his canoe that evening, across the swirling river, where the molten gold of sunset ran slowly to the sea.
"I reckon I ought to feel right much set up and biggitty over that, Hardwick," smiled the veteran spoilsman, relapsing, as he did now and then, into the speech of his Southern boyhood. And then half-quizzically: "Are you tolerably well satisfied that you've got around to the place where you are willing to tote fair with me?
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