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The entrance of the doctor interrupted this conversation, and relieved me for the moment from the torture which it was inflicting upon me. "A friend in the swamp, did you say?" again interrogated Reigart. I had hesitated to reply, thinking of the crowd by the door. I said to the doctor in a low earnest voice "My dear friend, I have met with an adventure; am badly scratched, as you see.
The porter only scratched his head, under his cap, and smiled sheepishly after the train. Jos. Larkin knew, the next moment, he had talked nonsense. 'I I yes I have have you an engine here: express I'll pay anything. But, no, there was 'no engine not nearer than the junction, and she might not be spared. 'How far is the junction? 'Nineteen and a-half. 'Nineteen miles!
Then before he returned he stopped at the corner of a street and by the feeble moonlight scratched a few words on a leaf from his notebook. "Madame," he wrote, "I have found Donna Faustina Montevarchi, who had lost her way. It is absolutely necessary that you should accompany her to her father's house. You are the only person whom I can trust. I am at your gate.
Donald scratched his ear reflectively. "How would it do," he finally asked, "to sneak over by the soldiers and see if we can't pick up some scrap of conversation that may give us a clue as to what is going on?" "Fine. We must keep together, though. We might never find each other in the dark if we should become separated." Silently they crawled toward the spot where Billie had seen the soldiers.
Butler admitted it, and said he had thrown those away in the North East Valley. Mallard alluded to the disappearance of the prisoner's moustache. Butler replied that he had cut it off on the road. Mallard noticed then the backs of Butler's hands were scratched, as if by contact with bushes.
The conspiracy you dread will be averted by the other faults of their character, their jealousy and their petulant tempers. Take my word for it, they are sparring at this moment; and that poor, silly Severne meditating and moderating, and getting scratched on both sides for trying to be just." At this moment the door opened, and Fanny Dover glittered on the threshold in Cambridge blue.
And here she was singing it alone, in the forest, at midnight, to a wild beast! As she sent her voice trilling up and down its quick oscillations between joy and pain, the creature who grasped her uncurled his paw and scratched the bark from the bough; she must vary the spell; and her voice spun leaping along the projecting points of tune of a hornpipe.
Indeed, I suppose we have never known it all. How she glided down, a little red wraith, through the dusk and damp to her boat; how she tossed about, with some dim, delirious idea of finding Myron on the ebbing waves; that she found herself stranded and tangled at last in the long, matted grass of that muddy cove, started to wade home, and sunk in the ugly ooze, held, chilled, and scratched by the sharp grass, blinded and frightened by the fog, and calling, as she thought of it, for help; that in the first shallow wash of the flowing tide she must have struggled free, and found her way home across the fields, she can tell us, but she can tell no more.
Though Borneo is a treasure-house for the naturalist, the botanist, and the ethnologist, the Dutch, as in New Guinea, have merely scratched its surface, almost no attempt having thus far been made to exploit its enormous natural resources.
"What kind of a box?" asked a boy with lean, dirty, and much scratched bare legs. "A little black tin box like they keep money in?" "That's it. Where is it?" "It's all right," said the boy. "One of your people, a black actor-looking fellow " "Tempest," interjected Burlingham. "Go on." "He dressed on the wharf and he had the box." "Where is he?" "He said he was going for a doctor.
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