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Grayson, in the box, glowed with pride. Again and again, at the pauses between sentences, the cheers of the audience rose and echoed, and then Harley would glance once more towards the door; there, always, he saw Hobart with the three witnesses, gathered under his wing, as it were, all looking raptly and intently at Jimmy Grayson.
The man laughed again shortly, tossed the package on the step, mounted, whirled and rode away without a backward glance. Tharon stood frowning where he left her until the brown horse and its rider were well down along the levels toward Black Coulee. Then a sigh at her shoulder recalled her and she turned to see the wistful dark face of Paula gazing raptly in the same direction.
Cherry was staring raptly before her; now she grasped his hand and said breathlessly: "Oh, Peter, are we talking about it? Are we talking about our going away, and belonging to each other?" "What else?" he said, quick tears in his eyes. "Oh, but I've been so unhappy, I've been so starved!" she whispered. "I thought I wanted people cities I thought I wanted to go on the stage.
I just wanted to show you the other side " It was all of breathless interest. "There came a day," she added, as Peter watched her raptly, "when he did make himself heard, even as he dreamed...." Peter thought of his reading the story a boy at school, and was struck with the memory of its appeal to him in the light of the present. "...The sustaining of his friends was taken from us at the last.
For a long while he lay staring at a white patch of moonlight on the floor. Suddenly he sat up, sprang out of bed and, still in his pajamas, sat down before his easel. In the morning Shirley found him there, looking raptly at the completed sketch. "David Quentin, what in the name of common sense are you doing here?" "Look!" he whispered, almost in awe. "This is it." Shirley looked.
"Many times," answered David, who was looking at her, not at the ball. "I've often wondered," he mused raptly, "how 'David' would sound, set to music." He was rewarded by her rippling, musical laugh. "You say the absurdest things and the nicest." They pursued her recalcitrant ball until it led them, by many zigzags, to an old elm that had upset more than one good game.
Yet they were done at last, and still Joy stood motionless. She really did not know how to run away, because she had never done it. Before she moved Grandfather had finished his reading and the people, who had been sitting and standing raptly about, began to move; all fluttering dresses and perfumes, and little laughters, and pleasant little speeches to each other.
"He didn't wanta come right out 'n' shay what it was an' I got the aigs!" "Yes how many eggs?" Ford held himself rigidly quiet. "Two quart aigs!" Mose laughed at the joke. "I wisht," he added pensively, "the hens'd all lay them kinda aigs. I'd buy up all the shickens in the whole worl'." He gazed raptly upon the vision the words conjured. "Gee!
"I'll be out in five minutes." In less than the half of the first of these minutes Larry had attained his first objective: the secluded telephone-room down behind the grill. It was unoccupied except for the telephone girl who was gazing raptly at the sorrowful, romantic, and very soiled pages of "St. Elmo."
"It's getting late." "This is a mistake," called Louis. "Here's one that's a mistake." "How come, Louis?" "Well, look at it. You can see for yourself. The guy made a mistake." "What does it read on the back? Hurry, we can't waste no more time." "It reads 'Up, Down and Across' or something. It's a mistake though." Louis remained eyeing the canvas raptly. "It ain't finished, Mike.
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