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"Sh-h-h!" warned Tom, putting his head out and peering about while Archer held the lid up. The moonlight, glinting down through the interstices of the trellised vine, made animated shadows in the quiet vineyard, conjuring the wooden supports and knotty masses of vine stalk into lurking human forms. Here some grim figure waited in silence behind an upright, only to dissolve with the changing light.
They entered one of the tan-brick buildings, "El Dorado" writ in elegant gilt script across the transom. Then up three flights of clean, new, fireproof stairs, Harry inserting his key into one of the two doors that faced the landing. "Sh-h-h, Harry! Tell her it is just a friend."
He reached for her hand. "You mad, Marj? I didn't mean to get you sore." "N-no, Blink." "You beauty, you." "'Sh-h-h!" "Gad! but I like you. Sit down, Marj, I got a new proposition to put to you. I can talk big money, girl." "Don't Blink." "Sit down, girl. Harry don't stand for no stage stuff in here no more." "I got a new proposition, girl. One that'll make Checkers look like thirty cents.
Frances asked, wondering, indeed, what explanation could have lessened his offense in Saul Chadron's eyes. "If I had known him, I would have understood," Nola replied, vaguely, in soft low voice, as if communing with herself. "You! Well, perhaps perhaps even you would have understood." "Look he moved!" "Sh-h-h! your talking disturbs him, Nola. Go to bed you can't help me any here."
As the girl passed through the kitchen, she seized a horn that hung upon the wall, and went out into the darkness. The old women continued their smoking, their snuff-rubbing, and their gossiping. Mrs. High-tower was giving the details of a local legend showing how and why Edny Favers had "conjured" Tabithy Cozby, when suddenly Mrs. Poteet raised her hands "Sh-h-h!"
A few seconds later came a little click, startling to tense nerves, at the cell door; a slender shaft of light lanced the darkness, spreading to a mellow cone of radiance. It searched and probed; it rested upon the silent figure on the bed. "Sh-h-h!" said a sibilant whisper.
He rubbed his eyes to be sure that he was awake. Then in a twinkling he was inside that hole himself. "Sh-h-h, be still!" whispered Old Granny Fox. Dark deeds are done in the stilly night, And who shall say if they're wrong or right? Old Granny Fox. It all depends on how you look at things.
And so, sitting down shamefacedly, she gathered Will up again and called him goose and little chuck, as if he and not she had been the one to jump and cry out. But he laughed boisterously. The joke was on Mother, and so he laughed loud, as becomes a man when the joke is on the women folk. "Ho!" said Will Shakespeare. "Sh-h-h!" said Mother.
When a fellow gets this trick down fine, he can always find a market for his services. I handled hotel registers, city directories, and like literature, including county histories " "Sh-h-h!" said I, "somebody might hear you." " and at last, after a conference with my present employers, the error of my way presented itself to me, and I felt called to a higher and holier profession.
"Uncle John probably was the cyclone," said Chester briefly. "I have heard that he used to be considerable of a fighter in his younger days." "And still he could hardly have done all this," said Hal. "Remember Alexis," said Chester sententiously. "That's different," replied Hal. "Well, maybe so, but " Chester broke off and grabbed Hal by the arm. "Sh-h-h," he whispered.
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