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Now silence! softly, softly; speak low or speak not at all; sh-sh! Silence! The pair are kneeling. Hush-sh! Frown down that little buzz about the door! Sh-sh!" Bonaventure has rushed in with the crowd. He cannot see the kneeling pair; but there is the curé standing over them and performing the holy rite. The priest stops he has seen Bonaventure! He stammers, and then he goes on.
John snickered. "Got the worms?" he asked. Silvey swallowed his wrath and nodded. "Sh-sh, not so loud. You'll wake the folks. The can's on the back steps. Ain't many worms though. I hunted under the porch and down the tracks and all over. But the ground's too dry." John shook the nearly empty can disparagingly as Silvey joined him on the back lawn a moment later.
But at this moment a delicate sound of "Sh-sh!" came from Mrs. Windsor, and the voice of Jimmie Sands, an uncertain treble with a quaver in it, was heard singing Esmé Amarinth's catch. He sang it right through before the other circling voices rippled in
But the fight had all gone out of Alida’s voice; it was the groan of an animal in a trap. "Where’s papa gone to?" "Sh-sh, Judith! Topeka, keep your sister quiet." It was absolutely still, within and without, for a full minute. Then Alida heard the shoving of shoulders against the door. Once, twice, thrice the lock resisted them. The brown bureau spun across the room like a child’s toy.
"Sh-sh!" was whispered again in his ear, as he felt himself drawn through the narrow aperture. He made no attempt to resist, for he knew, he felt, that the hand was Carrie's, and that this was rescue.
It says to me plain ez print that we must hev this here Mississippi all the way to its mouth. We can't stay bottled up." "Sh-sh," said Mr. Pollock, warningly. "Leave that to the future. It will adjust itself, and I think it will adjust itself in the way that we wish, but we cannot talk of it now, while Bernardo Galvez is our good friend and Spain inclines to our side.
"I guess we're done for, Mallory," said the man in a low tone; "they've come for us." "Sh-sh," warned the mucker. "Are you and Mallory alone?" "Yes for God's sake who are you and where did you come from?" asked the surprised Mr. Harding. "Be still," admonished Byrne, feeling for the cords that he knew must bind the captive. He found them presently and with his jackknife cut them asunder.
Says the hare, "Come, maiden, and seat yourself on my little hare's tail, and come with me into my little hare's hut." The girl will not do it. Next day the hare comes again and eats the cabbages, then says the mother to the daughter, "Go into the garden, and drive the hare away." The girl says to the hare, "Sh-sh, little hare, you are still eating all the cabbages."
Akim went into the sacristan's hut. "Here, sit on the bench," said Yefrem. "Run away, you little rascals," he cried to three other children who suddenly came out of different corners of the room together with two lean cats covered with wood ashes. "Get along! Sh-sh! Come this way, Akim Semyonitch, this way!" he went on, making his guest sit down, "and won't you take something?"
Tucked into one of the window benches between the cases, the children seemed to swing into another world where almost anything might happen. And yet for at least a quarter of an hour nothing did. "I don't believe nothing ever does," said Dorcas Jane, who was not at all careful of her grammar. "Sh-sh!" said Oliver.
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