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"How cold the weather is!" she said, dreamily. "Yes, very," replied Perez. "I hope it will be warmer, soon, don't you?" she murmered. Then she seemed to come to herself, slowly withdrew her hand from his, and walked slowly into the living-room and shut the door, and went upstairs to her chamber. As soon as Hamlin had gone Edwards came in and spoke with some indignation of his presumption.
"He admired her so much that he used to light the candle three time a night to look at her." "Boundless love; I shouldn't have supposed it in the universe!" murmered Joseph Poorgrass, who habitually spoke on a large scale in his moral reflections. "Well, to be sure." said Gabriel. "Oh, 'tis true enough. I knowed the man and woman both well. Levi Everdene that was the man's name, sure.
You may imagine how I was perplexed when the lady handed me a dozen coins of various sizes and values, as my change. Knowing, however, that though the coins had different impressions, the-system was the same as that of French money, I murmered to myself, "Blessed be the Decimal System," and went to some retired quarter to count it!
Had the barn purposely burned, and had the girl fallen in with the retreating incendiaries? It seemed likely. No one there doubted the origin of the fire, and Mr. Connolly expressed the general feeling as he shook his head and murmered: "I mistrusted that they wouldn't let us get them cattle out o' the country without some trouble." "But where is Fergus?" demanded Jack, suddenly.
"I do not mind the pain," murmered Madeline; "but if he should think we intrude? His habits are so reserved so secluded; indeed I fear " "Intrude!" interrupted Ellinor. "Do you think so ill of him? Do you suppose that, hermit as he is, he has lost common humanity? But lean more on me, dearest; you do not know how strong I am!"
The travelling salesman who was cross and weary finally left his seat, grumbling audibly. "We'll never in the world get there on time. It's certain I shall miss my connection! What a rotten road! What management!" "It's the war," murmered the priest pulling out a red checked handkerchief in which he buried his nose. "You don't have to look far to see that," responded the other, still grumbling.
"I said Sprague wasn't a Virginia name," she murmered, plaintively, in a last desperate attempt to fortify herself against the worst; "but there's no telling what names are in Virginia now, since Norfolk has grown so big and folks come in that way from all over the world."
The first part of this request the porter concluded to comply with, but he registered all sorts of vows to the effect that he would never be found waiting on any platform for any white girl. He murmered to himself. "My young lady, you may sign yourself, 'From the girl that looked at you; but with all due respect my signature is 'The boy that wasn't there."
Gabriele felt ashamed of herself for groaning about domestic chores and she felt deep empathy for her neighbor. She went to the grocery store and then brought over a packaged basket of fruit for the grieving mother. She knocked and the woman opened the door slightly. "What?" she murmered numbly. "Hello. I hope you don't mind. I was worried that you might not be eating."
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