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She looked at me with a sharp frown puckering her brows a little; beat a hasty tattoo with one of her feet, and cast a startled glance towards the forward door that led on deck. Then she walked to the other side of the table, and sat looking at me in the glow of the lamp. "Your life hangs on a thread," she murmured. I answered, "You have given it to me.
Phronsie laid down the bit of calico she was puckering up by drawing through it a needle to which a coarse thread was tied, and looked gravely at Joel. "You must not say so of my Polly," she said gravely, shaking her head. Joel's black hair ducked beneath the window. "I didn't mean " he mumbled. "Polly, I didn't, truly."
And is it really turned to cheese or just turned around?" The girl regarded him gravely, a puzzled expression puckering her face. Bill laughed. "Forgive me," he begged. "I was talking nonsense. Can you tell me how many days I have been here?" "It is fifteen days since we drew you from the river." "Who's we?" Again the girl seemed perplexed. "I mean, who helped you pull me out of the drink?"
I've heard it, I know somewhere; but no, I can't remember. I try I try to follow the air but no use. And then, presently, one of the notes whispers into my puckering lips a single word "Mariechen." Then other notes whisper others "du süsses Viehchen"; and then others still others "du bist mein alles, bist mein Traum."
It was that of a man who might have been of any age and of any nation, for the features were so distorted that nothing could be learned from them. One eyelid was drooping with a puckering and flatness which showed that the ball was gone. The other, however, shot as bright and merry and kindly a glance as ever came from a chosen favourite of fortune.
"Do you see what it says?" went on Leslie, excitedly. But Phyllis was puckering her brows in an effort of memory. "There's some mistake here, I guess," she remarked at length, "for now I recall that Mrs. Danforth said his name was Mr. Horatio Gaines!" Leslie dropped the envelop back in the book, the picture of disappointment.
He observed a slight puckering of her forehead at the time, which seemed to him to add interest to her face. After a little she aid: "Thank you, Mr. Duncan, for your invitation. I am more pleased with it than I can say. But I think I must ask you to excuse me. I think I can't possibly go to the dance." "May I ask why not? Do you not care for dancing and society?"
"I cal'late as how there's another party that wants his bearin's," suggested Sproul. A rather decayed-looking gentleman, wearing a frock-coat shiny at the elbows, and a fuzzy plug-hat, was tapping his cane against one of the pickets to attract attention. "I am looking for the residence of Miss Pharlina Pike," he announced, with a precise puckering of his lips.
Imaginary needlewomen, who demand considerable wages, and have a deepish appetite for beer and viands, I hear of everywhere; but their sewing proves too often a distracted puckering and botching; not sewing, only the fallacious hope of it, a fond imagination of the mind.
"How shall we know what is just right?" asked Kitty, puckering her brow, as she pondered this knotty question. "Well, Kit, if you're in doubt, leave it to the buyers. They'll probably give you more that way, than if you set the price yourself. And especially with flowers. People always expect to overpay for them at a fair." "But I don't want to cheat the people," said Kitty.
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