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A warning siren went off in the ship, rising to hysterical intensity. Bart thought, incredulously, this is really happening. It felt like a nightmare. His father a fugitive from the Lhari. Briscoe dead. He himself traveling, with forged papers, to a star he'd never seen. He braced himself, knowing the siren was the last warning before takeoff.
Isabel gazed incredulously at George, colour slowly heightening upon her cheeks and temples, while Fanny watched him with a quick eagerness, her eyes alert and bright. But Eugene seemed merely quizzical, as if not taking this brusquerie to himself. The Major was seriously disturbed. "What did you say, George?" he asked, though George had spoken but too distinctly.
"Well," he said slowly, "you know there are men who prefer a dream to reality. Perhaps I'm like that. Anyhow, that's enough about me. Do you know that there is a strike coming?" "Yes. I ought to tell you, Willy. I think the men are right." He stared at her incredulously. "Right?" he said. "Why, my dear child, most of them want to strike about as much as I want delirium tremens.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Lane, with a rush of boyhood memories. "I had to," she went on. "I made that money help out for a long time. Then I I mortgaged this place.... Things cost so terribly. And Lorna had to have so much more.... But she's just left school and gone to work. That helps." "Lorna left school!" ejaculated Lane, incredulously. "Why, mother, she was only a child.
And when he had finished they would look significantly at one another, and chuckle incredulously. The tanner seemed to earnestly wish to befriend him, and urged him to confess. "The truth's the only thing ez kin save ye, Birt." "I'm tellin' the truth," poor Birt would declare.
"'I don't know what the darling girl sees in me, dad, but she has turned down enough other fellows to know her own mind. At last I realize what Mrs. Browning's wonderful sonnets " "He DOESN'T say that?" ejaculated the listener, incredulously. "'She doesn't know I am writing you," Mr. Fox read on grimly, "'because I don't want her to worry about your objecting.
"Two thousand a year and two hours work a day," Laverick laughed. "I know the sort of thing." "You evidently don't," Bellamy answered. "I often work twenty hours a day, I don't get half two thousand a year, and most of the time I carry my life in my hands. When I am working and I am working now I am never sure of the morrow." Laverick looked at him incredulously.
Monsieur Guillot echoed incredulously. "But there is some mistake." "No mistake, I assure you," the young man insisted. Monsieur Guillot drew back a little into the room. "But what have I to do with the Ambassador, or with diplomatic matters of any sort?" he protested. "I am here on business, to see what can be saved from the wreck of my affairs.
"The blood stain on its side," McIntyre answered. "What that!" Ferguson eyed McIntyre incredulously. "Come, sir, do you mean to tell me she noticed that little bit of a stain in a dark room?" "She had an electric torch," shortly. "But why should she turn the torch on this casket?" persisted the detective. "She came to the library for a book, and the bookcases are in another part of the room."
One day, when the blue merino frock was flitting about near the red one, the wearers of both being engaged in shaking up a feather bed, Red suddenly stopped her occupation in some excitement. "Oh, Blue!" She paused a moment as if she were experiencing some interesting sensation; "oh, Blue, I think I've got toothache." "No!" cried Blue, incredulously, but with hope.
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