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Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter. Abstractedly she watched the dancers for a few moments, commenting murmurously as a couple eddied near.
"Bedtime, honey," Felicia laughed to Kirk. "Even queerer than supper-time was." "A bed by night, a hard-wood floor by day," Ken misquoted murmurously. "Hard-wood!" Felicia sniffed. "Hard wood!" The problem now arose: which was most to be desired, an overcoat under you to soften the floor, or on top of you to keep you warm? "If he has my overcoat, it'll do both," Ken suggested.
Only when he had come quite up to the counter the clerk did not see him at all. "Is Dr. Sevier in?" "Gone out to dine," said the clerk, looking over the inquirer's head as if occupied with all the world's affairs except the subject in hand. "Do you know when he will be back?" "Ten o'clock." The visitor repeated the hour murmurously and looked something dismayed. He tarried. "Hem!
By six-fifteen this fact could no longer be concealed, and such of his following as had not already fallen by the wayside crept, one by one, to rest. They left the Colonel dreamily, murmurously happy in a chair at the end of the City Hotel bar. Here, he was discovered about six-thirty by Eustace Eubanks, who had incautiously thought to rebuke him.
The wash of the sea came murmurously through the September silence. His restless eyes flashed hither and thither over the quiet scene, taking in every detail, lingering nowhere. The pine trees stirred in the distance below him, seeming to whisper together, and an owl hooted with a weird persistence down by the lake. It was like the calling of a human voice almost like a cry of distress.
I've made many a woman's hair curl, I can tell you! You'll be my 'Somersetshire beauty, won't you, Miss Grace?" "I think not!" she replied, with a cool glance. "My hair curls quite enough already. I never use tongs!" Brookfield burst into a laugh, and the laugh was echoed murmurously by the other men in the room. Wrotham flushed and bit his lip. "That's a one er for me," he said lazily.
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