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She made a somewhat wild attempt at a toilet of her hair in case the wind had ripped the tell-tale strands from beneath her hat. Then with utter faintness in her being, and weakness in her knees, she prepared to give him reception. He had slowed his horse to a walk. He rode up deliberately, scrutinizing in obvious puzzlement the figure before him in the sand.
It was not a mystery to him that the "red brute" she had told him about should want her. His puzzlement was that such a thing could happen, if he had guessed right, among men. Buy her?
"Pardon me," said I, "but haven't you turned this marvellous gift of yours to well to practical use?" He grinned in his honest, wide-mouthed way, showing his incomparable teeth. "Don't you think," said he, "I'm the model of a Colonel of the Rifles?" He grinned again at the cloud of puzzlement on my face, and rose holding out his hand. "Time for turning in. Will you do me a favour?
"I have heard of a wedding very often," said Fanny, with a pretty look of puzzlement and doubt, "but I don't know exactly what it means. Will you tell me? and the bells, too!" "Yes, Fanny, those bells toll but three times for man!
But certain it is that to her he was indebted for that name which he bore, to the puzzlement of St. Giles's.
Puzzlement fought with resentment and with the maddening sense that he was anyhow impotent to avenge even so bitter an insult as had just been hurled upon him against a man of the Comte's years and status.
Adelle passed through the marble banking-room of the trust company, which once had been for her the acme of splendor, out upon the narrow city street in considerable puzzlement. She did not know which way to turn next, literally. She might consult some lawyer; that in fact was what the trust people had advised that she should see their lawyers.
And with puzzlement came an inexplicable fear: she had known Marmaduke in all his moods, but never in such an one as he had displayed before her just now. There had been a note almost of triumph in the laughter with which he had greeted her last reproach. The cry of the sparrowhawk when it seizes its prey. Triumph in Sir Marmaduke filled her with dread.
The envelope contained nothing more than a neatly folded bank-note for one hundred francs. He eyed it stupidly. What might this mean? He unfolded it and smoothed it out across his knee, and the haze of puzzlement drifted away. Three bars from La Bohème. He laughed. So the little lady of the Taverne Royale was in Bellaggio!
If it had been the emperor" Hanlon caught an impression of loyalty and love for that dignitary "or even the Minister" here he caught a feeling of doubt and some dislike "it might make sense. Just as I cannot figure out why I should have been sent here for this purpose. It's almost ..." he was silent, and Hanlon's probes found only puzzlement. "Nuts!" the young Corpsman felt frustrated.
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