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Updated: June 28, 2025
The man bowed slightly, and rejoined his companion to whom he conversed low-voiced with absolute unconsciousness of the audience he had just been addressing so intimately. The latter hesitated, then slowly dispersed. Bob stood, his brows knit, trying to recall. There was something hauntingly familiar about the whole performance.
Both were tall and cast by Nature in a rich and splendid mould; both had that high air of breeding which comes with ancient blood for what bloods are more ancient than those of the Jew and the Eastern? both were slow and stately of movement, low-voiced, and dignified of speech. Castell noted it and was afraid, he knew not of what.
And, of course, women did. There was that pretty, capable woman who came into Mr. Trowbridge's office, and was introduced as the assistant editor. Coolly dressed, dainty and calm, she had not suggested that the struggle was too hard. She had smilingly greeted Martie, offered a low-voiced suggestion, and vanished unruffled and at peace. "Why, that's what this world IS," Martie reflected.
Here I set him down between Varvilliers and myself; Wetter and Coralie, deep in low-voiced conversation, paid no heed to him. He began to eat and drink eagerly and with appetite. "You perceive, Struboff," said I persuasively, "that while we have stomachs and none, my friend, can deny that you have one the world is not empty of delight.
"One of 'em grabbed me and the other one kivered my eyes. Then I hears the 'shot' and knows there's trouble." Thorpe listened in silence. Shearer asked a few questions. After the low-voiced conversation Thorpe arose abruptly. "Where you going?" asked Shearer. But the young man did not reply. He swung, with the same long, nervous stride, into the down-river trail.
"Let's go, Kerkovius," said Gladishev. "Au revoir, Tamara!" Tamara let the money down into her stocking, through the habit of all prostitutes, and went to show the boys the way. Even at the time that they were passing through the corridor Gladishev was struck by the strange, silent, tense bustle in the drawing room; the trampling of feet and some muffled, low-voiced, rapid conversations.
She did not see any silver bridle. She heard many words, but the two were speaking in that strange Spanish talk which she did not know at all, save "Querida mia," which Ramon had told her meant sweetheart. The two talked, low-voiced and earnest, Bill was telling all that he knew of Luck Lindsay's plans and that was not much. "He don't talk," Bill complained.
He was a second too late to grasp the top of the mast as it drifted out of reach. He heard Elsie utter a low-voiced command in Spanish, and the dip of a paddle told him that the canoe was in motion. "For the Lord's sake, what are you doing?" he roared. "I am going to save Captain Courtenay," was the answer. "You cannot stop me now. Please hoist plenty of lights.
The engine room door was locked and Williamson and Truax had already turned in. There was a shore boat at the landing. Jack sent a low-voiced hail that brought the boat out alongside. “Will it be proper for us to go through the Academy grounds at this hour?” Jack inquired of the petty officer in the stern. “Yes, sir; there’s no regulation against it.
He was loitering about the deck for this purpose one evening when he overheard part of a low-voiced conversation between the object of his wrath and Skipper Simms just enough to set him to wondering what was doing, and to show him that whatever it might be it was crooked and that the immaculate passenger and Skipper Simms were both "in on it."
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