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Updated: June 16, 2025
'There's still the portcullis; I'm almost certain that's worked from lower down. And now the drawbridge rang and echoed hollowly to the hoofs of horses and the tramp of armed men. 'Up quick! cried Robert. 'Let's drop things on them. Even the girls were feeling almost brave now. They followed Robert quickly, and under his directions began to drop stones out through the long narrow windows.
Where I had looked, to see courtiers assembling to meet their sovereign and assure him of their fidelity, I found only gloomy faces, watchful eyes, and mouths ominously closed. An air of constraint and foreboding rested on all. A single footstep sounded hollowly.
I know it was something." Ramsden gulped three times. "I did," he replied hollowly. "We didn't settle anything, did we?" "Eh?" "I say, we sort of left it kind of open." "Yuk!" "Well, would it bore you awfully," said Eunice's soft voice, "to come round now and go on talking it over?" Ramsden tottered. "We shall be quite alone," said Eunice. "Little Wilberforce has gone to bed with a headache."
Pleasant fellow, Hargate," he added, as the footsteps retreated down, the passage. "Well, my lad, what's the matter with you? You look depressed." Lord Dreever flung himself on to the lounge, and groaned hollowly. "Damn! Damn!! Damn!!!" he observed. His glassy eye met Jimmy's, and wandered away again. "What on earth's the matter?" demanded Jimmy.
Five miles to Thorlakson's, he had told her, but it might just as easily be eight or ten. After a short rest they went on. They passed through rock cuttings where their voices and the sound of their feet flung back hollowly from the walls. They rounded curves, looking eagerly for some sign of habitation, only to be met by the same stretch of deserted track leading off into nebulous gloom.
The woman said something in French. Only one man understood it. His laugh rang hollowly in the silent room and stopped suddenly. The woman looked attentively at the faces round her for a moment, shrugged her shoulders, and began straightening the ribbon on the hat she held on her lap. "How the hell did she get here?
But the bungalow, when we had reached the clearing and could discern the outlines of the building against the masses of the forest, was dark and deserted. As we mounted the veranda, the loose boards creaked hollowly under our tread; the doorway, from which depended a tattered curtain of coarse burlap, gaped black and empty.
"I don't care," she laughed hollowly now. "Yes, I know what you are going to tell me. Soon I'll be 'hunting the cocaine bug, as they call it, imagining that in my skin, under the flesh, are worms crawling, perhaps see them, see the little animals running around and biting me." She said it with a half-reckless cynicism. "Oh, you don't know.
You say your new doctor thinks it won't do you any good; but he doesn't pretend to say it will do you harm, does he? Well, then give it a trial. It'll take you out of hot theatres and night restaurants, anyhow.... And all the rest of it.... Eh, Balch?" "Go!" said Mr. Balch hollowly.
The tent reeled under the blows of the wind, the canvas booming hollowly at every shock, while the sleet and rain rattled overhead like skirmish-fire grown into a battle. In the lulls they could hear the water streaming off at the side-walls with the noise of small cataracts. He reached up curiously and touched the wet roof.
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