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Tabs half-rose and then reseated himself. "An awful woman! Insatiable! A Lucrezia Borgia, without Lucrezia Borgia's excuse." "I knew you'd say that." Terry spoke hopelessly in a tone that dragged. "How do you or I know what excuses she had? How do we know why anybody does anything what hidden reasons they have? And yet we're always so eager to condemn!
"Goor," said that gentleman, pointing to the sugar with the stem of his pipe, "goor!" Hokar turned green under his dark skin, and half-rose to go away, but his legs failed him, and he sat still trying to recover himself. "So you worship Bhowanee?" went on his tormentor. The Indian's face expressed lively curiosity. "The great goddess." "Yes. Kalee, you know.
"Do you mean to say that you let your uncle order you about in a thing like this? Do you mean to say you're such a such a such a gelatine backboneless worm " "Old man! I say!" protested his lordship, wounded. "I'd call you a wretched knock-kneed skunk, only I don't want to be fulsome. I hate flattering a man to his face." Lord Dreever, deeply pained, half-rose from his seat.
"Oh, no!" she said, "no; you don't mean that. Take back what you have said, Mr. Stretton." "I cannot take it back," he said, quickly, "and I would not if I could; because you love me, too." The conviction of his words made her turn pale. She darted a distressed look at him, half-rose from her seat, and then sat down again.
As he came, he raised his bow and sent a second arrow that cut the bushes on the canyon side. The shaft was his last. His face went suddenly livid, his eyeballs started; drivelling, he clutched at the air tipped down to his hands touched let go his weapon half-rose pivoted on a heel, and slipped in a heap to the stones. A wordless cry broke from the lips of The Squaw.
Now he stared straight back into those hard eyes. "Can you dish it out, Mister?" his tone was almost, but not quite, insolent. A black look suffused the leader's face at Hanlon's impertinent "can you dish it out, Mister?" He half-rose from his seat, while the other four men reached quick hands towards their weapons.
The owner of the store half-rose from his chair, then threw himself back with an exclamation of disgust. He again ejaculated the words with which he had greeted his son's unexpected kisses, but now there was a vast difference in the intonation. "God bless my soul!" he cried. From his expression, it was clear that a pious aspiration was farthest from his thought. On the contrary!
The mother used to come and see her, and I got to know her. She didn't seem to mind: said the doctors looked after them well, and the girl was making good money. Hullo!" he broke off, "there's Louise," and to Peter's horror he half-rose and smiled across at a girl some few tables away. She got up and came over, beamed on them all, and took the seat Alex vacated.
At the next heavy lurch of the stage she half-rose again to carry out her rash purpose, but the artist seized her hand and held her in her place, at the same time speaking kindly and firmly to the horses. They now began to heed his voice, and to recover from their panic. "See, Miss Mayhew," he said, "you have only to control yourself a few moments longer, and our danger is over."
There was a crack of flame, and a gunman half-hidden behind a chimney screamed, half-rose, then, his body charred by the force of that blast, toppled from the roof into the street below, his rifle falling near him. Hanlon swivelled.
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