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When she mentioned this to Sam he shook his head and looked up at the moon which was shining above the tree-tops. "Pu-sa-nuts se-pa-wun-ok," he said. Seeing the puzzled expression upon the girl's face, he laughed. "Beeg snow soon." "How do you know?" "Ni-pauk-set moon-tell Sam." "How does the moon tell you?" "Ring round moon, see? Bimeby no moon. Beeg snow." And in this the Indian was right.
I could hardly believe my own eyes when I saw that I had snapped off the cigar within half an inch of his lips. He stood staring at me with the ragged stub of the cigar-end sticking out from his singed mustache. I can see him now with his foolish, angry eyes and his long, thin, puzzled face. Then he began to talk.
On this occasion a boat came off full of men, among whom were two priests, who brought with them a paper in Spanish, which they called the articles of peace; but so wretchedly written and blotted, that we should have been puzzled to read it, had it even been in English. I therefore desired the priests to translate it into Latin, which they promised to do, and took the paper with them.
The officers who stopped in on their way to and from the trenches were gentlemen and soldiers. They were determined and grave; they resented, they even loathed. But they did not hate. The little Belgian soldiers were bewildered, puzzled, desperately resentful. But of hate, as translated into terms of frightfulness, they had no understanding.
We are more than ever puzzled, and drink our second glass of ale, wondering what will come next. "Like to hear un, sir?" says mine host, setting down Toby Philpot on the tray, and resting both hands on the "Stwun." We are ready for anything; and he, without waiting for a reply, applies his mouth to one of the ratholes. Something must come of it, if he doesn't burst. Good heavens!
I am so deadly bored with it that as soon as I am left alone I get up and dance in the middle of the floor just to have a little relief. Still the other girl looked puzzled. "Can't you see that as long as I have been able to be sick nobody has dared to say very much to me about my escapade in New York?
Everyone sleeps here at midday except me," she said with another sigh. "Why do you not follow their example?" I asked jocosely, for this young woman puzzled me and I wanted to find out about her. "Because I sleep little, sir, who think too much. There will be plenty of time to sleep soon for all of us, will there not?"
"Does it grow in the sea, sir? It looks so fresh and green." "Well, that depends how you take it, my lad," returned the skipper rather absently, his attention being fixed on something forward, about which he evidently could not quite make up his mind, as there was a slight puzzled expression on his face.
She had heard of people being carried off by Indians, and tales of cruelty and insult worse than death lingered in her mind. What was the fate in store for her? Why had the Indians carried her off? She had not harmed them. The more she thought, the more puzzled she became. She shivered as she sat crouched there. The night was cold, and the wind piercing as it whipped across the water.
After the letter had come, Veronica spoke to Don Teodoro, who had noticed her extreme preoccupation and was wondering what could have happened. "I think I understand," he said, looking at her quietly. "It is right you are young, but the years pass very quickly." "What do you mean?" asked Veronica, whose sad face still puzzled him. "What can their coming mean?" he asked, in reply, with a smile.
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