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Updated: June 23, 2025
All my life I've slept so well till now. And the rheumatic pains; how can the sun Ruby, sometimes I think it's nothing to do with the sun." "But, then, what can it be? You know you would expose yourself, though I begged and implored " "But the heat's nothing new to me. For months in the Fayyûm I worked in the full glare of the sun. And it never hurt me." "Nigel, it was the sun.
"Hold it firmly, Miss Cary; just there." He turned to the adjoining table where a younger man was sewing up a forearm, ripped from wrist to elbow by a piece of shell. "Lend me your saw, will you, Martin? Yes, I know the heat's fearful! but I can't work by a lamp that has Saint Vitus!" He turned back to his table. "Now, my lad, you just clench your teeth.
By the by, there's Monica. She's surely not come to play tennis? It's too hot." "Fifteen degrees too hot," agreed Monica, throwing herself down on the grass beside the others and fanning herself with her hat. "Out on the road the heat's at simmering-point. I came to bring a message to Miss Russell, and I hear she's gone to Linforth and won't be back until half-past four.
The heat's come over her, and she ain't had anything to eat for two days, an' she's starving. Ring the bell for the matron, will yer, and send one of your men around for the house surgeon." The sergeant leaned forward comfortably on his elbows, with his hands under his chin so that the gold lace on his cuffs shone effectively in the gaslight.
After the excitement of the accident on the lake our friends did not feel much like skating until it came time to go back to the landing. Mr. Hargreaves was out on the ice with those students of the two schools who preferred to skate; but Miss Reynolds remained in the cabin. Mary Cox had had her lunch in the little stateroom, wrapped in blankets and in the company of an oil-stove, for heat's sake.
"Maybe because that curse you mentioned a few minutes ago was real." Copper drew back. "But you said it wouldn't hurt us " "Not now. The heat's practically gone, but when whoever flew this crate came here, the whole shell could have been as hot as a Samarian summer." "But couldn't they have come back when it cooled?" "Not with this kind of heat.
"They're safe," Mihul said. "Quite safe. Maybe I should.... Well, the heat's off, and it's just a matter now of holding you for Whatzzit. There're a couple of other choices. One of them has an angle you won't like much either. On the other hand, it would give you a sporting chance to take off if you're really wild about it. And it's entirely in line with my instructions.
McCrae repeated, almost fiercely. Hodder smiled in spite of himself. "There's no reason," he said, "except the added work put on you without warning, and in this heat." "Ye'll not need to worry," his assistant assured him, "the heat's nothing to me." McCrae hesitated, and then demanded abruptly, "Ye'll not be visiting?" The question took Hodder by surprise.
"The heat's comin' up all right in the radiator," she said, "but I thought a blaze might make him more comfortable." "Yes, it's better," replied Gabriella sternly, while she stooped to unlace George's boots. There was no compassion in her heart, and it seemed to her, while she struggled with the wet lacing, that the fumes of whiskey spread contagion and disease over the room.
When the great heat's over, we'll take a turn on the Alameda." The programme went on relentless, like a law of Nature. The turn on the Alameda was taken with slow steps and stately remarks. "All the great world of Sulaco here, sir." Captain Mitchell bowed right and left with no end of formality; then with animation, "Dona Emilia, Mrs. Gould's carriage. Look. Always white mules.
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