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At that point the man quietly slid the panel all the way open and silently stepped into the room, behind the chauffeur. Cautiously he began sneaking up on him. As he did so, Del Mar and Smith watched, fascinated. Somehow their faces must have betrayed that something was wrong. For, as the newcomer leaped at him, the chauffeur turned suddenly and fired. The shot wounded the man.
George Holland was at the dinner. Phyllis had been asked very quietly by the hostess if she would mind being taken in by George Holland; if she had the least feeling on the matter, Sir Lionel Greatorex would not mind taking her instead of Mrs. Vernon-Brooke. But Phyllis had said that of course she would be delighted to sit beside Mr. Holland. Mr. Holland was one of her best friends.
Let us coon up into the loft, for they'll only wait till the storm blows over, for they are coming here for shelter." Up to the loft of the cabin, through a trapdoor, the boys went quickly and laid quietly down, peering through the cracks in the boards.
"I have learnt by chance that you are organizing relief for the famine, Natalie." "Yes, I am. But that's my business," she answered. "Yes, it is your business," I said softly. "I am glad of it, for it just fits in with my intentions. I beg your permission to take part in it." "Forgive me, I cannot let you do it," she said in response, and looked away. "Why not, Natalie?" I said quietly. "Why not?
According to the old family law and custom, however, the widow of the heir has a rich dower. I want Marietta to have my name, and I can then go to the field feeling assured that her future will be well provided for." He spoke quietly but with determination.
Trotter, once Heeney had skulked about the next corner, quietly crossed the street and sauntered past the parcel-crowned barrel, with his open pocketknife in his hand. One sweep of the knife blade slit the paper wrapper, and without so much as stopping on his way Trotter was able to catch up a handful of the litter it held.
"Oh he's giving himself up, and he'll do so to the end. How can he but want, now that it's within reach, his full impression? which is much more important, you know, than either yours or mine. But he's just soaking," Strether said as he came back; "he's going in conscientiously for a saturation. I'm bound to say he IS very good." "Ah," she quietly replied, "to whom do you say it?"
And Tom must have known what Bunny meant, for he was now sitting very quietly in the boat, looking toward the shore where Bunny and Sue stood. "How did you get out there?" Bunny asked. He had not yet thought of a way to get Tom back to land. "I I didn't think the boat would float away," Tom answered. "I got in it and untied the rope. Then, the first thing I knew I was away out here.
That the parcel must have been lying quietly in the drawer since her master's death, was certain. The key of the drawer had remained in her own possession. When the search after the codicil took place, this drawer was opened as a matter of form more than anything else and Mrs. Tynn herself had lifted out the stack of shirts.
"Why didn't you let go that throat-halyard?" said he, as he walked forward to where the young pilot stood. "I did," replied Lawry quietly. "You did! What was the use of lettin' it go after the squall had split the sail? Why didn't you do it sooner?" "I did it as soon as I saw the squall coming down on us." "Why didn't you see it before then?" growled Captain John.
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