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Dudley dropped the argument, for Roy's face was flushing hotly, and he was wonderfully patient with him since his accident. Miss Bertram entered the room at this juncture, and asked in her cheery brisk tones, "Would any boys like to drive me to the railway station in the pony trap? I am going up to London on business, and shall be away till to-morrow."
Rather will my mother, brother, and I ride back this very night to unfettered liberty on our mountain, without obligation to any living man." "Less hotly, Sir Baron," said Master Gottfried, gravely. "You broke in on your noble godfather, and you had not heard me speak.
Now shalt thou suffer due penance for murdering thy brave and only brother." "Thou liest, thou hag of the pit! I touched not my brother's life." "I saw thee do it with these eyes that now look thee in the face; ay, when his back was to thee, too, and while he was hotly engaged with thy friend," said Mrs. Calvert. "I heard thee confess it again and again this same hour," said Mrs. Logan.
On its white-satin lining my long-sighted eyes enable me to decipher the name of Hunt and Roskell; and it does not need any long sight to observe the solid breadth of the gold band bracelet, set with large, dull turquoises and little points of brilliant light, which is its occupant. As I note this phenomenon, my heart burns within me yea, burns even more hotly than my nose.
Portia, flushing hotly in the kindly dark, shrinks back within herself, and linking her fingers tightly together, tries bravely to crush the mingled feelings of shame and regret that rise within her breast.
"I think maybe the box was in my dress-suit case, the case I lost. But it wasn't in the case when it was left at my door that morning." "Oh, nonsense!" muttered Professor Sharp. "He is guilty, sir, and he might as well own up to it first as last." "I have told the strict truth!" cried Tom hotly. "I am not in the habit of telling falsehoods."
"I ain't!" he bellowed hotly at the air around him, without troubling himself to look to see whence the strange voice had come. The voice reflected somewhat of his opposition. "You are, too. What's on your face?" "Blackberry jam and soap," Scott answered, with a craftiness beyond his years. He told the literal truth, but not all the truth.
Vicky, a year older than Sanchia, had married a Captain Sinclair, who was stationed at Aldershot. She had been the romp of former days and, when the storm had burst, hotly on the culprit's side. But Vicky had been flighty, and marriage changes one. Sanchia's eyes grew wistful as she sat, her letters on the wing, and thought of Vicky.
Meredith had resented her attitude hotly, and from that day they had never spoken or met, while the years came and went, each making a little wider and more hopeless the gulf of coldness and anger and distrust. Ten years later Roderick Gordon died, and in five months Alexis Gordon followed him to the grave.
Robert Blake in the Hampshire was ahead. How we envied him! At length, some way to the southward of Yarmouth, the two fleets of England and Holland appeared in sight, hotly engaged. With every stitch of canvas set below and aloft, he sailed on into action, firing his broadsides with terrific effect into the enemy's ships.
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