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"It is chiefly nervous exhaustion due to a period of worry over a trying domestic situation." "That's too bad!" Very genuine sympathy was in Mary's soft contralto. "But if she's unwell, she ought to have more air. Why don't you draw up that heavy veil?" "S-s-h! Not so loud, I beg you. If she heard you speak of her veil, it would pain her greatly. You see," Mr.
At the top was a fence, and as they came to this, Empty paused and peered cautiously through the rails, and held up a warning finger. "S-s-h," he whispered. "There she is now. Ye kin jist see her. She's comin' this way. Listen; she's singin'!" This hill had been used as a sheep pasture for many years. It was a desolate place, devoid of trees, and full of stones.
"'Hold on, Bob! said I; 'sit down. He didn't speak, but he lifted the muzzle of his gun a little, and there was a look came into his eyes, half crying, half like a dog cornered to fight. "'S-s-h! said I; 'you'll wake up Ed. "'I got to kill ye, Bill, said he. "'Sit down, I said, for I saw he was so weak his thin legs were trembling.
If Janet had known how to get herself away, she would have gone without asking for anything. Then a sound came from the lean-to behind the house. "S-s-h. I hear the devil grunting like a pig," muttered Granny, looking very impish. But Janet smiled a little contemptuously. She knew it was a pig and no devil. Granny Thomas was only an old fraud. Her awe passed away and left her cool Sparhallow.
"Couldn't I take a short walk in the woods, later, to rest myself?" "My goodness, no!" Jimmy cried. "You'd be sure to lose some of the hats and coats, or tear them on some briars, or get them full of burs." "How long is the party going to last?" Nimble asked. "Only till midnight!" At that Nimble gave a groan. "S-s-h!" Jimmy Rabbit laid a paw upon his lips. "Keep still! Stuffed animals never talk.
"Yes, boy." "Listen! Oh, Larry, s-s-h " Matt Larson turned on his back, every nerve strung to snapping pitch. Two whispering voices assailed his ears. The horror of them seemed to grip his heart and stop its very beating. Fox-Foot was speaking. "You's not a good man. I hate you. You's bad all over, but I have to trust you. You got me cornered. Here's the gold, same's I promised. You take half.
"It's that snake-eyed Tom Terrill that's leading the hunt, along with Darby Meeker; but they ain't doing it for themselves." "Is Doddridge Knapp behind them?" The old woman looked at me suddenly in wild-eyed alarm. "S-s-h!" she whispered. "Don't name no names." "But I saw " She put her hand over my mouth. "He's in it somewhere, or the devil is, but I don't know where. He's an awful man.
I know I can't; but I can try all my life to prove what " "S-s-h-h! s-s-h!... There!" with a great sigh, almost a sob, of relief, "I guess this'll be a real Thanksgivin', after all." But, a few minutes later, another thought came to him. "Caroline," he asked, "I wonder if, now that things are as they are, you couldn't do somethin' else somethin' that would please me an awful lot?"
It would be an awful nuisance if young Billy made an ass of himself in any way. He loves making an ass of himself. It's a sort of hobby of his." As if to support the statement, a sudden volley of subdued shouts came from the other end of the Eckleton lines. "Go it, Wren!" "Stick to it, Silver!" "Wren!" "Silver!" "S-s-h!"
"The creditors have it all. I couldn't do it." "S-s-h!" returned Jim. "I was crazy when I wrote. I could never have looked Mamie in the face if we had done it. O, Loudon, what a gift that woman is! You think you know something of life; you just don't know anything. It's the goodness of the woman, it's a revelation!" "That's all right," said I. "That's how I hoped to hear you, Jim."
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