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Drake perceived the fact and stood aside, wondering perplexedly at the reason. The sound of each sob jerked at his heart; he began to walk restlessly about the room. The storm, from its very violence, however, wore itself quickly out; the sobs became less convulsive, less frequent.
Looks like Bell an' Henry are about the only ones that take it hard." "The funny thing is" Gray frowned, perplexedly "they don't take it hard. At least, Henry doesn't appear to do so. That's what puzzles me. No move of any sort That's not like him." Gus agreed to this. "I been expectin' him to cut some capers. That's why I been hangin' around so steady." "I know."
At this point the minister again stepped forward. "Will you answer a few questions?" he scrawled. "With pleasure, Mr. Borden." "How old am I?" "Forty-nine next September." The minister ran his fingers through his hair, perplexedly. "How old is Mrs. Borden?" There was a slight pause, then in gallant tones came the answer, "Twenty-two."
"What do you mean?" Larry Kirk put his question blankly. "Nothing, except that you know Len or ought to. He's the present-day Othello, sulking because he can't get a dance with his wife. It's barely conceivable that he's not aching to have it rubbed in." "Can't get a dance?" repeated the empty-eyed youth perplexedly. "Why?" Thayre snorted.
Al scratched his head and gazed perplexedly at the hunter. "Wal, ain't it customary to visit friends?" "Thanks, Al. Next time I ride down Pine way in the spring, perhaps I'll run over an' see how you are." "Spring!" ejaculated Auchincloss. Then he shook his head sadly and a far-away look filmed his eyes. "Reckon you'd call some late." "Al, you'll get well now. These, girls now they'll cure you.
She wanted little invitation to exhibit her skill, at all events, for, at a word, the clear, bold, but finely nervous voice, was pealing to a brisker measure, that would have been joyous but for one fall it had, coming unexpectedly, without harshness, and winding up the song in a ringing melancholy. After a few bars had been sung, Mr. Pericles was seen tapping his forehead perplexedly.
With his foot already half lifted to the step the Senior Surgeon turned abruptly around and lifted his hat and stood staring back bareheaded for some unexplainable reason at the two silent figures on the piazza. "Rae," he said perplexedly, "Rae, I don't seem to know just why but somehow I'd like to have you kiss your hand to Aunt Agnes!"
I have a hazy recollection of having something else on hand to-night, but I can't remember what it is." "Is it anything about lessons?" asked Grace. "No." Patience glanced perplexedly about her. "I can't recall it. It isn't anything of importance or I certainly would have no difficulty in remembering it. Perhaps it will come to me suddenly."
The Celebrity lighted a cigarette. Miss Thorn said indignantly, "Upon my word, Aunt Maria, I thought that you, at least, would know better than to credit this silly accusation. He has been a guest at your house, and I am astonished that you should doubt his word." Mrs. Cooke looked at her niece perplexedly.
"Then why do you go in for it?" queried Cicely, arching her black brows perplexedly. "Simply to escape something even duller," laughed Maryllia "London society and its 'Souls'!" Cicely laughed too, and shrugged her shoulders expressively. She understood all that was implied.
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