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As in the outer darkness Mary cautiously returned to the knothole, the three guards in front suddenly called in low tones: "S-s-s-h!" "Quit, Pete; here comes the lieutenant." The sentry had apparently been about to resume his declamation, but at these warnings he suddenly posed in a soldierly manner. A tall and lean officer with a smooth face entered the barn. The sentry saluted primly.
In the corral the shadow of a restless pony drifted back and forth. Chance, chained to a post near the bunk-house, shook himself and sniffed the keen air, for just at that moment the stable door had opened and a ghostly figure appeared; a figure that shivered in the moonlight. The dog bristled and whined. "S-s-s-h!" whispered Sundown. "It's me, ain't it?"
Charlie leaped out, and hurried to Tim. The latter was lying on the ground, in the next room. He had carried off three or four cushions, from the rajah's divan, and had thrown these down, and had spread a rug over him. He lay on his back, exactly as Hossein had described. As Charlie hurried up, Tim again gave vent to the warning "S-s-s-h." "What is the matter, Tim?
Wish I could tell that young fellow her hair is all stuck on. Hark! the nice one says, "Why, it is all her own I see it growing" "S-s-s-h!" says the other: "she'll hear you." "Loveliest hair I ever saw," continues No. 1: "pure gold, not a tinge of red " It's my hair they are discussing. What a nice fellow he is!
Inside of two minutes Barry had everybody in sight on the jump, from the bus boy to the steward, and in with the demi tasse came the screwdriver. "Now what, lieutenant?" demands Barry. "S-s-s-h!" says I, mysterious. "We got to drill around until midnight." "Why not at the Follies, then?" suggests Barry. "Swell thought!" says I.
But Anne Marshall understood him instantly, and answered his shyly questioning eyes. "Indeed, I should. If I had half your chance, I shouldn't waste a minute in claiming the mate to that glove. One glove is of absolutely no use, you know." "This one was pretty much," sighed Collie. "I was feeling like letting go inside and not trying to to stay any longer, just before it came." "S-s-s-h!
"Tell me, what do these people think about; at least, what do you talk about?" "Say!" "'S-s-s-h! Not so loud, my dear." "Say, I know how you mean. You feel something like what I did in England. You can't get next to what the folks are thinking, and it makes you sort of lonely." "Well, I " Just then Tom Poppins rolled jovially up to the couch.
All unconscious of the fatal predicament into which Susan Jemima and she had got them Virgie looked up at her father from where she stood in the shelter of his arm. "Daddy," she questioned, in a small, puzzled voice, "what are they going to do?" "S-s-s-h," her father commanded as he patted her head comfortingly. "Everything will be all right, honey, I'm sure."
"Oh, I'm so sick!" he heard her say faintly, and he realized that she was regaining consciousness. "If only I can get her upstairs quietly," he thought. He was about to swing her body around in his arms so that he could ring once more when there was a turning of the knob. "Who is it?" came a frightened voice. It was Mary Barton at the doorway. "S-s-s-h!" cautioned Bob. "It's Burke.
The moral subtleties of the fathers have been sensed and obeyed. Virtue snickers triumphantly. "And now?" I demand of my companion. "S-s-s-h!" he warns. And, leaning over me, he pours strange and lurid information into my gaping ear. "Now," he whispers, "to the Supper Clubs, the real night life of London wine, women, song and dance." There is a mystery in his mien.
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