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"And what about these murders?" "Done by emissaries of Tarrano, no doubt. For revenge, because of the Martian and Earth legislation or for " "I think we should not speculate too much," said Georg. "At least, not on that line. They warned you personally, father. We were so careful to keep everything secret " Dr. Brende mopped his forehead.
"You are indeed welcome," greeted Grace, stepping forward to shake hands with the spectacle man, who put down his grip, mopped his forehead, then grasped her hand, regarding Grace with twinkling eyes. "I have just come from Jed Thompson's hospitable home where I have spectacled the family from the old man himself down to and including the babe.
Never in her life had she seen such a strange sight. The little fellow set the basket of eggs gently on the ground, laid the struggling goose on her side, and made the Wanderer fast to a fence-post, before he could answer her many questions. Then he mopped his forehead with his small handkerchief, and drew a deep sigh of relief. "O Almira Jane! it has been the worst time," he said.
Pyrrha was leaning against a barn, one foot crossed over the other, her arms akimbo, a string of her bonnet in her mouth, and her blue eyes laughing from under long lashes. Smugg stood limply opposite her, his trousers bagging over his half-bent knees, his hat in one hand, and in the other a handkerchief, with which, from time to time, he mopped his forehead.
While fanning Virginia with one hand he gently mopped the pleasant moisture from his brow with the other. Virginia's eyes shot sunshine. Her laughter bubbled up like a well-spring of pure joy. "What would people say if they could see the great Mr. Poe the grand, gloomy and peculiar Mr.
Then they lifted up the body and wrapped it about so that the covering hid the awfulness of it from view. Mr. Narkom mopped his forehead with his handkerchief. "Cinnamon, Cleek!" he ejaculated, breathlessly. "Pretty awful, isn't it? Was it much hidden, Petrie? Funny the other people didn't find it when they searched!"
Know his character!" He was unused to speak with so much vigor, and he paused breathless and mopped his scarlet face with his shirt-sleeve, staring across his arm at Rachel meanwhile in mingled rage and wonder. "His Uncle Ezra?" said Rachel, looking fixedly and scornfully back at him. "His Uncle Ezra is a villain!"
Again Burton mopped his face with his handkerchief. He had been an object of admiration among the men, and now they gathered about him. The faces of them all showed with what sympathy they were watching Jess Arnold's gallant fight. Again Burton looked at his watch. Twenty minutes and the judges still waited out yonder, and Count Redstone rested. "Can't we do something?" demanded Burton.
He looked fearfully round the empty hall and at the windows, black against the night. Under the patter of the rain he heard footsteps distinctly. He went hastily clumping down the hall, and along the passage to the kitchen. His wife was setting his supper on the table. "My God!" he said. "I haven't been so frightened since '70." And he mopped his glistening forehead with a dish-cloth.
Getting on board, we mopped and swabbed her out well, overhauled the ropes and sails, and hauled down the pennant to take home with us for Juno to mend where it had frayed out on the point. That work being completed, we went to the house for such provisions as we should want on our excursion.
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