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At last, at a quiet-looking hotel out on the road to Vienne, we stopped, and I knew that our journey of three hundred miles or so was at last at an end. Cafe-au-lait was served for us in a private room on the first floor, and I was able, for the first time, to scrutinize my companions closely. Six in all, they certainly looked a dare-devil, reckless lot.
Lord Harry sprang to his feet and passed his hand over the sick man's face. "Is it done?" he whispered. "Can the man be poisoned? Is he already dead? already? Before my eyes?" He laid his finger on the sick man's pulse. But the doctor's step and voice stopped him. Then the nurse came in, following Vimpany. She was an elderly, quiet-looking French woman.
Here the official paused, rang a bell, and remained silent until a quiet-looking, middle-aged man who might have been a highly respectable butler entered the room: then he turned again to his visitors. "I want you, Miss Lennard, to accompany this man one of my officers to the mortuary, to see if you can identify the body I have told you of. Perhaps you gentlemen will accompany Miss Lennard?
A middle-aged, quiet-looking man stood there, who had nothing specially noticeable in his appearance, except a pair of deep-set dark eyes, under bushy eyebrows that were turning grey. "Mr. Carr within?" "Mr. Carr's not in," replied the temporary clerk. "I dare say you can wait." "Likely to be long?" "I should think not. I have been waiting for him these two hours."
Egerton's confidence, and he may give you some verbal message besides a written reply. Egerton is often over cautious and brief in the litera scripta." Randal went first to Egerton's neighbouring office Egerton had not been there that day. He then took a cabriolet and drove to Grosvenor Square. A quiet-looking chariot was at the door. Mr. Egerton was at home; but the servant said, "Dr.
When fairly seated in his carriage he did not speak until they had threaded the maze of wagons and reached clear ground. Even then he only said, "Now for speed," and gave the horses their desire, until crowds and business were left behind, and they were driving down a broad avenue, lined on either side with stately yet quiet-looking homes.
A man stood outside an elderly, slight-figured, quiet-looking man, who looked at Bryce with a half-deprecating, half-nervous air; the air of a man who was shy in manner and evidently fearful of seeming to intrude. Bryce's quick, observant eyes took him in at a glance, noting a much worn and lined face, thin grey hair and tired eyes; this was a man, he said to himself, who had seen trouble.
Mr Chalk, a quiet-looking little man, with easy familiar manners, which won the confidence of his illiterate constituents, knowing Bob Fox well, received us graciously. His eyes glittered as he heard the money chink in Bob's pocket. "It's all as clear as a pikestaff," he observed, when he heard what I had got to say.
Master Dewey was the ringleader of these young rebels, and chuckled with delight when the quiet-looking, ordinary-sized teacher sauntered down the highway to begin his duties in the schoolroom.
Your long residence with my poor mother, and your affection for her in all her trials and troubles, entitle you to more than that at the hands of her son." "Mrs. Buckley," observed Fergus, "this is a quiet-looking little place you have here." "And it is for that I like it," she replied. "I have pace here, and the noise of the wicked world seldom reaches me in it.
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