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I was delighted with the boat and the man who rowed us, in his white clothes and scarlet sash, but the Prince half-whispered in my ear that he was going to show me something better in the evening, when the time came for the "birthday surprise" about which I must please say nothing not even to Beechy.
Yet as the man went by with a dark and sidelong glance at them both, he felt his hand rise again, though he did not complete the action, much to his own disgust and to the evident disappointment of the watchful detective. "You're not sure?" he now heard, oddly interpolated in the stream of half-whispered talk with which the other endeavoured to carry off the situation. George shook his head.
Sabre used to think; and of course it was because her astounding fund of humour was based upon her all-embracing capacity for love. That was why it was so astounding in its depth and breadth and compass. Sabre liked immensely the half-whispered talks with her while Mrs. Perch dozed in her chair. Effie was always happy.
"Then I'll go and sit by him till he's better!" said the lieutenant, resolutely. The colonel followed him to the door, and laid his hand on the young man's shoulder. "Lacey, my boy," he half-whispered, "take the doctor's advice and mine you are not yourself now." "He saved our lives, sir," said the young officer. "One can't do too much for a man like that."
Then he heard Peter gruffly growling a half-whispered curse, and the voice of the judge, in the exercise of his discretion, methodically droning out his reasons for leaving so young a child in the custody of its mother, disregarding the paramount rights of the father.
I know I vowed never to open the subject to you again, but I never saw that look in your eyes before, and you never let me hold your hands like this. Which is to be, dear; work or love?" "Love," was the half-whispered answer. And the gate of happiness, so long barred to Tom Gray, was opened wide. The full moon shone down with its broadest smile on the group of young people who occupied Mrs.
"Oh, that man again!" he heard her say between her stiff lips. There was a world of loathing in the half-whispered sentence, which was so low that it barely reached his ears. He looked up quickly, and saw her face go darkly red again the red of humiliation, he could have sworn. "Go!" she said to David, quietly but firmly.
She looked grave, deaf, indifferent, indignant, defiant; but, after a half-whispered speech to Cynthia, at the conclusion of the dance, she evidently threw him an impatient consent to what he was asking, for he walked off with a disagreeable smile of satisfaction on his handsome face.
It caused him to turn back and to lean over her with a half-whispered question "Would it have been possible, Elizabeth, if we had met earlier, do you think that you ever could have loved me?" "Do you think you ought to ask me?" "Ah, give me one word of comfort before I go. Remember that I go for ever. It will do no one any harm. Could you have loved me, Elizabeth?"
My uncle has been shot, and the feud is on I've been sent for." He paused, and she half-whispered in an appealing voice: "Don't go." "You don't mean that," he said, quietly. "If it were you, you would go. Whether I get back here or not" he hesitated "my gratitude will be with you always." He broke off, and said suddenly: "Drennie, I don't want to say good-by to you. I can't."
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