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At last through the meshes of the mad throng appeared the shiny pate of Mr. John Edwards. He uttered an exclamation of relief at the sight of his calm client. "Hope you got it before the storm broke?" Mr. Strumley greeted amiably. "S-s-sh!" cautioned the attorney dramatically. "I was about to go in search of you." Then he added in even a lower key: "Mr.
He scowled at the boys and whispered angrily: "Why didn't yeh bring th' powder-horn an' th' thing with th' bullets in? I told yeh t' bring 'em. I'll send somebody else next time." "Yeh didn't tell us!" cried the two boys shrilly. "S-s-sh! Quit yeh noise," said Peter, with a violent gesture.
Patricia had a vision of a fascinating, elegant creature with sorrowful eyes and plenty of furs, and she gave a little cry of expectation. "Come along. She's beginning the 'Papillion'," she cried. "And I simply can't miss it." "Oh!" said Patricia on the threshold. "S-s-sh!" warned a number of restrained voices.
At the foot of the servants' staircase he heard a remote sound of whispering, which emphasized the otherwise complete silence of this familiar dwelling, suddenly become unfamiliar to him unfamiliar and almost dreadful. "I had better go into the garden." "Si, Signore." Gaspare looked down the servants' staircase and hissed sharply: "Sh! S-s-sh!"
I was only an hour late in getting to the office myself next day, but I finds Ernie at his desk looking hardly any the worse for wear, and grinding away as usual. He looks a little sheepish when I ask him if Louise has 'phoned him yet. "S-s-sh!" says he, glancin' around cautious. "Please!" "Oh, sure!" says I. "Trust me. I'm no sieve. But I'm wondering if you'll ever run across her again."
"I c'n tell you she ain't afraid of anythin', that Mrs. Barrett," the post-master was saying; "neither th' cayuse she rides or a critter on two legs. An' that fancy little drug-clerk from 'Frisco got it straight from th' shoulder." "S-s-sh!" admonished his wife, from the back of the office. "Isn't there some one outside?" "Naw, just th' chink from Kennedy's.
Billy emitted a low growl, in fair imitation of a prowling dog that has been disturbed. Again the gasp, and a low: "Go away!" in liquid feminine tones and in English! Billy uttered a low: "S-s-sh!" and tiptoed closer. Extending his hands they presently came in contact with a human body which shrank from him with another smothered cry. "Barbara!" whispered Billy, bending closer.
The major listened for a moment. Then he turned again. "I thought I heered somebody holler!" he explained cautiously. They both bent forward and listened once more. Peter in the intentness of his attitude lost his balance and was obliged to lift his foot hastily and with noise. "S-s-sh!" hissed the major. After a minute Peter spoke quite loudly, "Oh, shucks! I don't believe yeh heered anythin'."
"S-s-sh," says I. "Don't talk till you've had the remedy." I runs my arm around her neck and raises her head, gentle, and breaks the bag of flaxseed with the other hand; and as easy as I could I bends over and slips three or four of the seeds in the outer corner of her eye. Up gallops the village doc by this time, and snorts around, and grabs at Mrs.
The mating call is too strong, and she is sure to respond to the love note of another sooner or later; don't flatter yourself that you are the only man in Smiles' creation. She's as sweet and pure as any girl could be, but she's human, like the rest of us ... that's what makes me love her so, and, unless 'you speak for yourself, John' ..." "I can't, Ethel, I ... s-s-sh."
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