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Jean gave a little gurgle that may have been related to laughter, and Lite's lips quirked with humorous embarrassment as he went on. "I don't guess," he said slowly, "that I'm going to turn you over at all, Jean. Not altogether. I guess I've just about got to keep you.
The passing figure of a woman in a black cape and a bulge of bundle elicited a burst of laughter which her hand clapped to her mouth promptly subdued. Awaiting the passing of a street-car, she was again prone to easy laughter. "Oh, you!" she said, quirking an eye to the motorman, who quirked back.
No use bogging them down with useless information. We'll tell Winston." Scotty quirked an eyebrow. "Not suspicious of the others?" Rick wasn't, and said so flatly. "Only the more people who know something, the more others are apt to find it out." The scientists, however, were not even remotely interested. Their whole attention was given to the problem of getting the big radio telescope working.
The dark eyes of the girl met his anxious look with a cool, level gaze. Her cheeks were ruddy with rich colour under their deep coat of tan. The corners of her rather large, but shapely mouth quirked in an amused half smile. "Don't tell me you're not a tenderfoot," she rallied, in a softly vibrant, contralto voice. "I heard shots, so came a-running.
"Will the doors hold?" The Chief's mouth quirked. "They'll need demolition equipment to break them down," he said. "All these have are heatguns and tear gas. One of the observers farther downtown said he saw a tank heading this way, but if they don't already know there are innocent customers in here, Childress will tell them." "Then everybody gets away but Childress?" "We hope.
He liked his companion's clear brown skin, and the close clipped gray of his hair, and his big gray moustache beneath which the corners of his mouth quirked faintly up, and the network of fine crow's feet at his temples, and the clear steady steel-colour of his eyes beneath the bushy brows. On the spot Bobby enshrined a hero.
Mary V could not have kept the exasperation out of her voice if she had tried. Sudden's lips quirked with the beginning of a smile. He looked at the end of his cigar, looked toward the bunk house, scraped off the cigar's ash collar on the porch rail, looked at Mary V. "Well, he asked me how it got here to the ranch, and I told him with a wagon and team and so on.
As the Kentuckian raised it to sip, the scent of the wine quirked time for him, making this for a fleeting moment the dining room at Red Springs during a customary after-dinner gathering of the men of the household. The talk there, too, had been of horses—always horses.
"Now, Dade, I guess we're ready for the long ride to supper. Why don't you kick me for being such a selfish cuss?" "Maybe because I'm used to you," Dade's lips quirked humorously after the retort. "You're just Jack and you couldn't be any different, I reckon, if you tried. Well, come along, then. Adios, Valencia."
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