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"But, Keith, I wasn't going to tell you of of woods an' fields an' tree-tops this time. You see now he's in a cage himself." "What do you mean?" "He's coming home. He's blind." Keith leaped from his chair. "BLIND? JOHN McGUIRE?" "Yes." "Oh-h-h!" Long years of past suffering and of future woe filled the short little word to bursting, as Keith dropped back into his chair.
She slipped forward until within an arm's-length of him, then stretched forth a wildly shaking hand and passed it before his unwinking eyes, as if she still disbelieved. Then he heard her moan. "Marmion!" he cried again. "My God! little girl, I thought I heard you go!" "Then this, this is the reason," she said. "Oh-h-h!" "What are you doing here? Why did you come back?" he demanded, brutally.
"What do you mean, Sir Tiglath?" she said, recovering herself. She turned to Mrs. Merillia. "I wonder what he means," she said. "He never talks sensibly unless he is in his observatory, or lecturing to the Royal Society on the 'Regularity of Heavenly Bodies, or " "The irregularities of earthly ones," interposed Sir Tiglath. "In the accursed avenue oh-h-h!"
'There's a young limb o' mischief with a sweet tooth at Sant' Alessina, I explained, 'who regularly levies blackmail upon me. I'm stealing this for her. And then the lady I was stealing from told me I might steal as much as ever I thought good." "Oh-h-h," said Annunziata, a long-drawn Oh of relief. "Then you didn't steal it she gave it to you."
Inch by inch he fought the way with his invisible enemy to the very bedside. Even there, with his last ounce of strength, he made a final, futile effort to break away from his intangible captor. Then he flung up his arms and covered his face and with a long "oh-h-h," that was half a rageful, hysterical cry and half a moan of despair, he sank face downward upon the bed.
Richard 'Vine's my name. Isn't it, Tomkins, you villain?" "Oh-h-h! Yes, Mr. Richard." "Course it is, and make you know it too! I'm no painter-picture, crockery chap. I'm genelman! Genelman seen the world! Knows what's what. There ain't much I ain't fly to. Wait till the old woman's dead, Tomkins, and you shall see!"
I mean if you just drop it. It won't break if you drop it, will it?" "I dare say it won't." "But WILL it?" "I sh'd think not." "Should I try?" She proceeded gingerly to let the blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor-covering. "Oh-h-h!" she cried, catching it up. "I love it." "Let ME drop it," cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister.
Pollyanna began to look a little less distracted. "Besides, she doesn't happen to be a girl," went on John Pendleton. "She's a mature woman who, presumedly, would know her own mind." The man's voice was grave and slightly reproachful. "Oh-h-h! Oh!" exclaimed Pollyanna, the dawning happiness in her eyes leaping forth in a flash of ineffable joy and relief.
I have decided to take up teaching, and I count on you because you said you loved children. Can we go in for education together if not at once, then afterwards? We could do good together. I won't be a general's daughter any more! Tell me, are you a very learned man?" "Oh no; not at all." "Oh-h-h! I'm sorry for that. I thought you were.
A second later Mary was exclaiming over the dainty beauty of the bit of jewelry lying securely on its white satin bed. The pin was fashioned in the form of a golden butterfly, the body of which was set with tiny pearls. "Oh-h-h!" breathed Mary. "Isn't it wonderful! But do you suppose her mother will allow her to accept such an expensive gift? It must have cost a lot of money."
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