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"H-how do you know?" "Because she said a man's name." The silence lengthened; he sat, tilted a little forward, blank gaze focussed on the snowy window; Drina, standing, leaned back into the hollow of his arm, absently studying her ring. A few moments later her music-teacher arrived, and Drina was obliged to leave him.
As Mauleverer turned back to rejoin Lucy, who, agitated almost to fainting, leaned against the rude wall of the but, he would as soon have thought of flying as of making that generous offer of self, etc., which the instant before he had been burning to render Lucy.
We recall the fact that something akin to terror overwhelmed the minds of the three disciples who saw his glory on the mount; but since then John had leaned on the bosom of his Lord, had followed him to the judgment seat and had not denied his name, had borne witness to his resurrection and suffered for his sake and was now 'in the isle that is called Patmos, for the word of God and the testimony of Jesus: why, I say, was he, why should he be afraid?
Then, satisfied, the officer lifted a bundle from the tonneau and handed it to the airman. A letter was pinned to the bundle. After the airman had read the letter twice, the staff captain leaned a trifle nearer. "Do you think it can be done?" he demanded bluntly. "Yes, sir." "Very well. Here are your munitions, too." He lifted from the tonneau a bomb-thrower’s sack, heavy and full.
"Not I," said Reutha; and all the while she rubbed her eyes to keep them open, and leaned her head against a branch which seemed to her as soft and inviting as a pillow. Arndt went a little way, until he saw the light which his father always placed so as to guide the children over the moor. Then he felt quite safe and at home, and went back cheerfully to his sister. Reutha was not there!
The sight of these caused a remarkable change in Miss Lucretia, and she leaned forward and seized Mrs. Merrill's arm. "My dear," she cried, "my dear, what are we to do? Cynthia can't go back to that man. She loves him, I know, she loves him as few girls are capable of loving. But when she, finds out what he is! When she finds out how he got the money to support her father!"
From the Journal of Mallare dated December. "Her murder was simple. We stood under an arc lamp and my hands killed her. I remember her face looking imploringly at me. And when I went away I leaned over and kissed her hair. She was dead in the street. It was simple. "Now I must kill again. It is no longer simple. I must teach her to hate me. She will vanish then. It is clear in my thought.
He remained bowed for a while longer, then lifted at length a face of awful whiteness and leaned back upon Crowther's arm, still fast holding to his hand. "You know, you're such an awfully good chap," he said, "that one gets into the way of taking you for granted. But I won't encroach on your goodness much longer. You're busy, what?"
Before I could reach the path which led down into its depths, I had to pass some way along its side; I had arrived at a part immediately over the scene of the last encounter, where the bank, overgrown with trees, sloped precipitously down. Here I heard a loud sound of voices in the dingle; I stopped, and laying hold of a tree, leaned over the bank and listened.
He leaned forward, speaking slowly. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talkin' about that." Uncle William held out the letter. "It's from Andy, and Juno's left him. Took to the woods. She couldn't stan' havin' him round, I guess." Uncle William chuckled a little. The young man lay back. He moistened his lips a little with his tongue. "You were talking about her?" The words were a whisper.
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