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The thing that was keeping us back, whatever it was, would not come off, though the loo dropped and the last type was set, and the whole round earth stood still in the choking heat, with its finger on its lip, to wait the event. I drowsed, and wondered whether the telegraph was a blessing, and whether this dying man, or struggling people, was aware of the inconvenience the delay was causing.
Your connections are so good, and Grandmamma thinks so much of connections." "If my song had only had a few wicked words in it," replied Annas, with that slight curl of her lip which I was learning to understand, "I dare say she would have recovered it by to-morrow. And if my connections had been poor people, or better, Whigs, or better still, disreputable rakes she might have got over that.
He has a noble, kind heart, and I believe he truly loves you, Sally; it must be so." Sally rose from the floor and went on arranging her hair without speaking. Something seemed to disturb her mind. She bit her lip, and threw down the brush and comb violently.
He took his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it hard. That he had hoped for some token, some word forwarded through Mr. Narkom he did not quite realise until he got back to Clarges Street and found that there was none.
Grayson laughed and glanced again at his wife. "It is a wise rule for a man in public life never to answer hypothetical questions; of that I am sure, Mr. Harley," he said. "I am sure of it, too," said Harley. Jimmy Grayson bit his lip. It seemed to him that the correspondent would make a jest, and the hour was unfitting. "I shall answer your question when I am nominated," he said.
"Probably they know nothing about it." Soon, the laughter was again heard with redoubled force, and the soldier, delighted at this gayety, so rare on the part of "his children," was much affected by it: the tears started to his eyes at the thought that the orphans had at length recovered the serenity natural to their age; then, passing from one emotion to the other, still listening at the door, with his body leaning forward, and his hands resting on his knees, Dagobert's lip quivered with an expression of mute joy, and, shaking his head a little, he accompanied with his silent laughter, the increasing hilarity of the young girls.
"But," she hastened to add, with veiled eye and slightly tremulous lip, "I'm ready to take whatever comes." "That's right! That's right!" exclaimed Mrs. Whitson, a tender and dreamy sentimentalist except in her own affairs. "Love is best!" "Love is best," echoed Margaret.
"Because I want to understand you, Fleda, and to be sure that you understand yourself." "I do," said Fleda, quietly, and with a quivering lip. "What is there that you dislike about Mr. Olmney?" "Nothing in the world, aunt Miriam." "Then, what is the reason you cannot like him enough?" "Because, aunt Miriam," said Fleda, speaking in desperation, "there isn't enough of him.
The man's thick lip was cut by the side of the vessel, and more than one drop of blood had trickled down its sides and mingled with the gold-dust. No comment was made on this at the time. They were so busy. "There, he's coming to, and we've no time to waste in nursing the sick. Work!" and they sprang up on to the work again.
And thou shalt reign at his right-hand, his daughter thy bride, Northumbria thy fief, and the saints thy protectors." The King's lip was firm, though pale, as he answered: "My young sister, alas! is no more: seven nights after I ascended the throne, she died: her dust in the grave is all I could send to the arms of the bridegroom.
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