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For a while they were silent, and Madam Manovska began to move about the cabin, setting the things in order. She did not seem to have taken any interest in their talk. Harry rose to go, but first he looked in Amalia's eyes. "The perfect Music of God?" He said the words slowly and questioningly. "You understand my meaning?" "I can't say. Do you?"
Barbara gazed beseechingly into his wrinkled face, and from the inmost depths of her heart rose the cry: "Oh, let me see it, for I you know it I am his mother!" "So she is," said the old man in a tone of assent, nodded his long head, whose hair was now snow-white, and glanced questioningly at his wife. The answer was an assent.
Is it possible that you can have blood in your veins and yet take wondrous things like this so calmly?" even then, she merely smiled and remained standing just as she still was; her pallor not one whit lessened, her reserve but the merest shadow less apparent than it had been before. Cleek chose that moment to walk over to her, to lift his eyes to hers, and to stand looking at her questioningly.
There was no time for delay, and the next morning we carried the child to church to be christened. As we were returning homeward, Julia, whose face had worn its softest expression, pressed my arm with a clasp which made me look down upon her questioningly. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her mouth quivered.
She saw with extraordinary clearness that this course was inevitable. And lest her resolution might slacken, she turned instantly towards home and began to hurry. The dog glanced up questioningly, and hurried too. 'Why! she reflected. 'People would say: "And her husband's aunt scarcely cold in her grave!" She laughed scornfully. A carriage overtook her. It was Mrs.
He seemed the very personification of serene happiness, and over his shoulder peered an old lady whose face was lighted by the same kindly joy. There was an atmosphere of quiet goodness about them both; it flooded out into the hallway as sensibly as the glow of light itself. The old couple looked questioningly at Mr. Neal. The little clerk was somewhat embarrassed.
"She has her mother and sister." "Nice women, I am sure, but helpless." "I would not call the mother helpless. She has held on, and done her best in that hopeless shop." "You will see that everything will be pushed on to the shoulders of this little girl!" "Well then ?" He looked questioningly at his sister's kind face over the top of the book he was reading. Then his eyes fell again to its pages.
She gazed questioningly at the young man. "Did you wake her up?" "No, she roused up and insisted upon talking." "She ought to be kept quiet. I'll give her another powder." "Had you not better wait until the specialist arrives?" "Well, we can do that if he isn't delayed too long." After that the time dragged heavily.
Constantinople has five times as many people as it can house, a city now of appalling unhappiness and misery, and of a concomitant luxury and waste. A scene at night: two children, a boy and a girl, lie huddled together on the pavement sleeping whilst the rain beats down upon them. The crowd keeps passing, keeps passing, and some step over them, many glance questioningly downward, but all pass on.
Sir John Dacre ignored his dapper neighbor, Jawkins, and was absorbed in conversation with beautiful Mary Lincoln, who blushed whenever she caught her father's eye looking questioningly at her. Mrs.
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