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"Hadn't I better go too, Mr Russell?" he said. "I understand those two blacks." "Perhaps you had," said the lieutenant, drily. "By all means go." "Thankye, sir," cried Bob; and he stepped toward the hatch, where, as Mr Russell turned away, he found Tom Fillot looking at him with his face puckering up into a broad grin.
"Where are mother and nurse?" "Ga!" said the baby. Then, with a sudden puckering of pearly-golden brows, and a little querulous cry of impatience, the Hon. Alyse Rosabel Tobart squirmed out of the arms that held her, exhibiting in the process the most cherubic of pink legs, and the loveliest silk socks and kid shoes, and wriggled back into her sandy nest.
"Did 'ou?" said Daisy, puckering her pretty brows; "Then 'ou're not like our pretty lady; she did not forget; she brought lots and lots and lots." "I am very sorry," replied Jasper; "I will think of it next time." And then Mr. Home coming in, the two went into the little study.
She paused a moment, and puckering her brow slightly as if in an effort to remember, she continued, "For under the sky there is not for me, A kindred soul or sympathy, Must I stand alone in Life's busy crowd A living heart in a death-like shroud, And the voice of my wailing o'er sand and stone, Must it die on the waves as they e'er roll on."
He put his heels together with a mechanical precision and gravely gave a military salute. "Doom?" inquired Count Victor formally, with a foot inside the door. "Jist that," answered the servitor a little dryly, and yet with a smile puckering his face as he put an opposing toe of a coarse unbuckled brogue under the instep of the stranger.
His eyes were on a level with Leonard's pistol; he put his little pink face close to it lovingly, but drew back again, puckering up his small nose. "Oh, Leonard, you smell just like a poor man!" he exclaimed. Leonard grinned. "You never got as near as this to any poor man who is half as dirty as I am, old dear."
He sat a moment, flipping the leaves and whistling a bar from "The Old Oaken Bucket." "Stop!" commanded Lloyd, suddenly, clapping her hands over her ears, and making a wry face. "You're off the key. Haven't I told you a thousand times that it doesn't go that way? This is it." Puckering up her lips, she whistled the tune correctly, and he joined in. At the end of the chorus he looked at his watch.
"She couldn't be anything else," assented Gertie. "Wouldn't it be fun if she should turn out to be young and pretty, and take the shine off both of you?" laughed Eve, puckering up her mouth. "I would enjoy it immensely!" "Eve, will you hold your tongue?" commanded Bessie, sharply. "You'd better hold your temper!" retorted Eve.
"Certainly not. What are you going to do about it?" "What can I do? I can only say this: I'm glad Captain Trigger's opinion of me is based on my ability to reason with an ignorant mob and not on my power to intimidate a couple of very intelligent young women." "I wouldn't have missed it for worlds," she said coolly. She looked up into his eyes, a slight frown puckering her brow.
Most of us now had lost the first speed of the chase, and had fallen into a longer and steadier stride. I saw as we traversed the open that the pursuit was now spreading from a column into a line. The Hyena-swine still ran close to me, watching me as it ran, every now and then puckering its muzzle with a snarling laugh.
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