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"To be able to talk and to look at each other freely!" He looked at her with a tenderness in his eyes that she had never before seen, with a depth of serious contemplation that overwhelmed her. From time to time little cries of happiness escaped her. "Oh! Dearest, dearest!" she murmured.
She was still luxuriating in a lavish play of figures when the parlor-maid, from the threshold, roused her with a dubiously worded inquiry as to the expediency of serving luncheon. It was one of their jokes that Trimmle announced luncheon as if she were divulging a state secret, and Mary, intent upon her papers, merely murmured an absent-minded assent.
Her prompt and frank compliance with his wishes surprised and touched him. He took her hand. She had endured all that his angry sense of injury could say. His gratitude wounded her to the quick. The bitterest moment she had felt yet was the moment in which he raised her hand to his lips, and murmured tenderly, "My own true Grace!"
The doctor and Louis smoked and talked together of days forty years ago in Edinburgh, of days seven years ago at St. Crispin's. Marcella and Aunt Janet spoke softly, sitting by the fire. "I wouldn't be sitting so near the fire, Marcella. You'll have all the colour taken out of your skirt. Not that it matters particularly," said Aunt Janet. "It's lovely by the fire," murmured Marcella.
Now I eat potato WITH my fish. 'You make a mistake, he said, and we both laughed in spite of ourselves, while he murmured, 'eating potato WITH fish how extraordinary. Well, the bridge man may not add perceptibly to the gaiety of the nations, but he is better than the Reverend Ronald.
He was suddenly aware of another presence in the hall,—a figure in white that stood near the foot of the staircase, motionless where it had been arrested by the unexpected opening of the door,—a tall, slender figure. He saw her hand go swiftly to her heart. "Why—why didn't you—let me know?" she murmured in a voice so low that he could hardly hear the words. "Why do you come in this way to—"
"The sun never gets into this room, Arthur; we can only know when it's up by the increased light." "I was dreaming of home; oh! such a pleasant dream! I must sleep a little longer," murmured Arthur again, in the lingering tones of one but half-awake. "Not this morning, brother. Come, we must up, and be doing.
This is the sole use to which, without your consent, we have presumed to put the secret we have learned. Do you pardon George now?" Waife's lips murmured inaudibly, but his face grew very bright; and as it was raised upwards, Lionel's ear caught the whisper of a name it was not Jasper, it was "Lizzy."
After some commonplace remarks had passed, she herself urged him to send out men in search for Emilia. Before he went, she murmured a soft "Forgive me." The pressure of her fingers was replied to, but the words were not spoken. "There," she cried to Georgiana, "I have offended the only man for whose esteem I care one particle! Devote yourself to your friends!" "How?
"My God, man, you're under machine-gun fire." So that's what it is, murmured the despatch rider to himself, not greatly cheered. He saw he could not get to any vantage point by that road, and it seemed best to get back at once.
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