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The bird is made to feed on the brown berries, on the morning dews, on the scarlet hips of roses, and the blossoms of the wind-tossed pear boughs; the gem, though it be a monarch's, will only strike hard and tasteless on its beak. "I would like to see it all," said Bébée, musingly trying to follow out her thoughts.
I knew you were here, of course." "You knew I was here," repeated Mr. Grimm musingly. "And, may I ?" "Just as you knew that I, or some one, at least, had entered this house a few minutes ago," she interrupted. "The automobile horn outside was a signal, wasn't it? Hastings was in the car? Or was it Blair or Johnson?" Mr. Grimm did not say.
"Well, what do you know about that?" gasped Billy Barnes, here we are fixing up for a nice little holiday trip to rest our shattered nerves, and here comes, a job along that looks as if we should have to work all summer." "It certainly is curious," replied Frank musingly. "What can Lathrop mean? Who is Luther Barr? I have heard the name but I cannot place him."
Of course a woman couldn't take matters as Bayard Taylor did; but if she was economical and found cheap places! I do wonder if she could go alone?" Tourists' parties had not been invented, though men occasionally clubbed together and obtained accommodations more cheaply. "Two years," returned Ben, musingly. Dele was certainly growing prettier.
When she got to that, she would musingly watch its running, as if, in the general vision, it might run dry, and show her the prison again, and herself, and the old room, and the old inmates, and the old visitors: all lasting realities that had never changed. A Letter from Little Dorrit Dear Mr Clennam, I write to you from my own room at Venice, thinking you will be glad to hear from me.
"I can just remember our home in New York," said Mary Louise, also musingly, "for I was very young at the time. It was a beautiful big place, with a good many servants. I wonder what drove us from it?" "Do you remember your father?" asked Mrs. Conant. "Not at all."
Riccabocca to do with the kinsman of so grand a personage?" "Dr. Riccabocca nothing. But " here Randal put his lip close to the Italian's ear, and whispered a brief sentence. Then retreating a step, but laying his hand on the exile's shoulder, he added, "Need I say that your secret is safe with me?" Riccabocca made no answer. His eyes rested on the ground musingly.
The woman looked at him steadily. "You won't be," she replied, this time seriously, and in a very low voice. "No? Why?" "Because you will tire of it all though you've started very well." She then answered a question of Captain Maudsley's and turned again to Gaston. "What will make me tire of it?" he inquired. She sipped her champagne musingly.
'Really I don't think so: not really what you call near. 'I am sorry for that unlucky Mrs. Gisborne, said Merton, musingly. 'And with two such tempers as the cook's and Mr. Fulton's the match could not be a happy one. Well, Logan, I suppose you won't tell me what your game is? 'Better not, I think, but, I assure you, honour is safe. I am certain that nobody can say anything.
Arnold and her daughters," she said; "but even in a passing moment, it seemed as if they tried to inform me by their manner that I did not belong to their world. Perhaps they were only oblivious I don't know." "I think that is all," said Mrs. Jocelyn musingly. "We have attended their church only since we came up town.
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