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For fifteen minutes he followed in the girl's wake, attempting to reopen conversation and receiving brief replies; and gradually his irritation and puzzlement passed; he was fascinated by the easy grace of the girl; every step he took was as a rivet hammered into the armor of his determination to scuttle Leyden's ark of success at the earliest possible moment.
I, by my sacrilege, and he by his insubordination, are both under ban of the law, but danger with him will be sweeter danger than peril with me, I doubt not." She looked at him, and the hurt that began to show on her face gave place to puzzlement. "Is it not so?" he asked with a bitter smile. "The companionship of ones beloved works wonders out of heavy straits!"
The heavy, feathery flakes have been falling all the night through, we shall suppose, and when you get up in the morning the world is draped in white. What a sight it is! It is the world you knew, but yet a different one. The familiar look has gone, and another has taken its place; and a not unpleasant puzzlement arises in your mind, born of the patent and the remembered aspect.
Well do I remember the puzzlement in old Krok's face when the mischief that dwells in every boy set me to changing the proper order of his stones, and the eagerness with which he awaited the evening lesson to compare the new wrong order of things with his recollections of the original correct one, and then the mild look of reproachful enquiry he would turn upon me.
She frowned, the struggle she was making naked on her face. Then she answered: "You Fox " Travis grunted with relief, his alarm subsiding. Then she could remember. "Yes," he responded eagerly. But she was gazing about, her puzzlement growing. "Where is this ?" "We are higher in the mountains." Now fear was pushing out bewilderment. "How did I come here?" "I brought you."
Well, you caught the murderer with a vengeance, my boy or he caught you," and then, seeing the puzzlement in the tired eyes, he briefly explained the whole matter. "And do you mean it was that awful beast killed the others?" "Without a doubt and would have killed you in exactly the same way, and exactly the same place, but for my pads and the Sénéchal's bullets.
She went on with a musing gravity. "I'm sorry I don't get to know your sister. She seems an extremely real sort of person. I can understand that she might be difficult to live with I daresay all genuine characters are but she's very real. Although, apparently, conversation isn't her strong point, still I enjoy talking with her." "How do you mean?" Thorpe asked, knitting his brows in puzzlement.
However, in 1448, King Rene took it into his head that Mary and the Mere were distinct persons, that Mary was not, could not be, the Virgin, she must be one of the other Marys; so with a little putting together of heads and puzzlement, he and his advisers decided that the two Marys were Mary, the mother of James, and Mary Salome.
"Why so?" "Because," cried the son fiercely, "I'd have published the whole truth of how she died and why, in the 'Clarion." "It isn't too late yet," retorted Dr. Surtaine with pained dignity, "if you wish to strike at the father who hasn't been such a bad father to you. But would you have told the truth of your part in it?" "My part in it?" repeated Hal, in dull puzzlement. "You mean the ad?"
The music stopped for a moment, then resumed. Another melody followed, a melody she had heard from one end of France to the other. She frowned, not with displeasure, but with puzzlement. For what purpose did a soldier of the German empire play the battle hymn of the French republic? The Marseillaise? She entered the music-room, and the low but vibrant chords ceased instantly.
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