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Colin shook with agitation as he read it. "What is it?" Anne said. "Queenie. She's got leave. She'll be here today. At four o'clock." "Don't you want to see her?" "No, I don't." "Then you'd better drive over to Kingden and look at those bullocks of Ledbury's." "I don't know anything about bullocks. They ought to be straight lines from their heads to their tails. That's about all I know."
"What I know," said Queenie Crood determinedly, "is that I've got a natural talent for acting. And I'd get on if only I could get away from this place. I will get away! if only somebody would give me a bit of advice about going to London and getting you know getting put in the way of it.
We'll get on at that to-morrow, now that this all-hollow inquiry's over." Queenie understood him perfectly that time. He and she were furnishing the house which Brent had purchased in order to get a properly legal footing in Hathelsborough.
The door swung back, and then a figure emerged full from a background of familiarly dim hallway and curve of banister. She was stout enough to be panting slightly, and above the pink-and-white-checked apron her face was ruddy, forty, and ever so inclined to smile. "Yes?" "Is is " Out from the hallway shot a cocker spaniel, loose-eared, yapping. "Queenie, Queenie come back.
As he paced once or twice up and down the small space available in the disordered room, the inward fight which was going on between his passion and his sense of right convulsed his face, and Queenie shuddered as, glancing at him, she fancied she could see in the glare of his black eyes the haunting madness at which he seemed so plainly to have hinted. She rose in her turn.
Blake's latest absurdity, that slangy paraphrase of Dante at the club-room?" "I heard of it," said Truscott, smilingly. "Who told you of it, Queenie?" "Why! I saw it to-day," she replied, as though suddenly conscious that she had put her foot on forbidden ground. Then, as he said nothing whatever, she went on in anxious explanation: "Mr.
The happy idea was G.J.'s own, and Lady Queenie Paulle and her mother had taken the right influential measures to ensure its grandiose execution. A queen had visited the private view for half an hour.
"Wilfred, have you nearly finished your work?" "Nearly, Mater," said the industrious Wilfred, manufacturing mountains tirelessly. "Just got to stick in a few more things." "Say 'put, darling, not 'stick. Cecilia, you might point out those little details that is, if you took any interest in their English." "Thethilia thaid 'awfully' jutht now," said Queenie, in a shrill pipe.
Look at that hat!" "Ida May says she claims to be our niece," Prudence told him. "I swan! I told you we was gettin' mighty popular." Sheila, her limbs now trembling so that she feared she would fall, took Queenie by the head and backed the carriage around. The old mare would have to be put in her stall and the carryall run under cover. But the girl was fearful of moving out of earshot.
"After what you done like the only real friend I ever had I belonged to you and couldn't even take myself away." "But I didn't want anyone to belong to me, Queenie. You know that. I could barely support my clothes." Her eyes burned with a strange luminosity. Her utterance was eager. "But you want somebody to belong to you now? Ain't that what's the matter with you now?"
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