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She was breathing quickly and the blood was in her brown cheeks; her great eyes were frankly opened and shining. I pushed by the men and bent to kiss her hand. "Madame, thank you for my welcome home." She bowed, and I caught the perfume of a rose on her breast. "Monsieur, we are all rejoiced to see you safe." Her tone took, half-whimsically, the note of court and compliment.
"And as for dubbing me a thief so readily" he paused, and shrugged his shoulders "you are a woman," he concluded, with an air suggesting that that fact was a conclusion to all things. "Fool!" she blazed. "Do you think to overcome me by quibbles? Do you think to dupe me with words and shrugs?" "My dear Cecile" he begged half-whimsically, "may I implore you to use some restraint?
Kathryn looked up, at length, anxiously. Schuyler was never abstracted. She prompted: "You were saying, Jack, dear " Schuyler drew his hand, palm out, across his forehead. "Why oh, yes," he floundered, trying to marshal his scattered thoughts. "I was saying " He appealed to Blake, half-helplessly, half-whimsically. "By Jove, that's strange. What was I saying, Tom?"
At night they went into her room and found her weeping quietly in bed. They tried to comfort her, and she said half-whimsically that she had been overcome by the feeling that she was homeless and without kith and kin la her own country. "I'm a poor solitary with only memories." "But you have troops of friends you have us all we all love you."
Doctor Gordon nodded half-gloomily, half-whimsically. "It's so," he said. "We call it earth; but it's hell." James said nothing. The doctor's gloomy theology was too much for him. Besides, he was not quite sure that the elder man was not chaffing him.
Betty had the door open before Neale could knock at it. He came in with a smile, and glanced half-whimsically, half as if he had queer news to give, at the two people who looked so inquiringly at him. "Well?" demanded Betty. "What is it, Wallie? Have these two precious principals sent you with news?" "They're not my principals any longer," answered Neale.
"I think there's reason to hope, Sir, that Miss Lundie may get over it more easily than you suppose." "What reason, pray?" "A person in my position can hardly venture to speak freely, Sir, on a delicate matter of this kind." Sir Patrick's temper flashed out, half-seriously, half-whimsically, as usual. "Is that a snap at Me, you old dog? If I am not your friend, as well as your master, who is?
Gordon I had carried on a rather intense flirtation with Harry Underwood. I had been heartily sorry for and ashamed of the experiment before the dinner was half over, and many times since the accident which interrupted the evening I had wondered, half-whimsically, whether my dress catching fire was not a "judgment on me." I had deeply dreaded seeing Mr.
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