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The witch-light danced in the steady glance she turned upon him; she threw her head back and her slim throat showed white and smooth in the lamp's glow. "Suppose he did hold my hand and and kiss me, Jude Lauzoon, you'd like to do the same yourself, now wouldn't you?" She was ignorantly testing her weak, woman's weapon on the man's metal.
Wopsle on the walk home. Beyond town, we found a heavy mist out, and it fell wet and thick. The turnpike lamp was a blur, quite out of the lamp's usual place apparently, and its rays looked solid substance on the fog.
"And there's a quill pen of the Commandant's on the writing-table," she added; "if you'll burn the feather of it under her nose." She bustled off. Miss Gabriel stepped to the table, picked up the quill, and held it over the lamp's flame; but her eyes still questioned the antimacassar. She was bending close to it when Mrs. Pope emitted a fluttering sigh and lifted her eyelids feebly.
Leslie hastily pushed away some books from the lamp's place; and noticing that his visitor looked at Nan with surprise, quickly explained that this little girl had come to take care of him, and bade Nan speak to Dr. Ferris. Whereupon her bravery was sorely tried, but not overcome, and afterward she sat down in her own little chair, quite prepared to be hospitable.
Mary Ellen was alone, her work done, her nose buried in a novel of such fine print that it necessitated the lamp's being perilously near the fringe of frowsy hair that covered her forehead. We were inside the kitchen before she was recalled from the high life in which she revelled. "Is it yersilves?" she exclaimed, with a start.
The lamp's rays threw a strong light on his delicate hand, on the workmanlike pose of his head, which it surrounded with a nimbus, and on a painting a woman's head which he was copying. He looked superb like that, and I thought how doubly tempted Rembrandt would have been by the deep significance as well as by the chiaroscuro of this interior. I stamped my foot.
At once, too, Tilda noted that in the lamp's rays the whole interior of the caravan shone like a new pin. A stove stood at the end facing the doorway, and beside the stove a closed washstand of polished teak.
Soon after eleven o'clock a very late hour in the Rue Fossette the door unclosed, quietly but not stealthily; a lamp's flame invaded the moonlight; Madame Beck entered, with the same composed air, as if coming on an ordinary occasion, at an ordinary season.
I'd sooner our chiefs down East had kept that young man. The job's not soft enough for him. However, I s'pose he lighted the lamp across the bridge?" "Willis has friends," Kemp remarked meaningly, and indicated a reflection behind the trees. "The lamp's burning." Lister glanced at the trembling light. "I expect it's good enough for the engineer, but the flame's not steady.
They all came to a stand at my words, and saw that which my eyes discovered for them the figure of a dead man, lying full and plain to be seen in the lamp's glare, and so fallen that no one might ask you how he had died. "One," said I, "and that which killed him left behind! He's been struck down as he ran. There's the knife that did it, lads!"
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