About forty yards up the lane, drawn in close to a straggling hedge, was a small motor-car, revealed to him by a careless swing of his torch. He turned sharply towards it, keeping his torch as much concealed as possible. It was empty a small coupe of pearl-grey a powerful two-seater, with deep, cushioned seats and luxuriously fitted body.

The problem of work and wages was even then forming, the sharply accented difference between theirs and ours lying in the fact that for Greek and Roman and the earlier peoples in the Indies economic life was based upon slavery, accepted then as the foundation stone of the economic social system.

"Minnie," she said, "do you know what the rector meant when he spoke of Lady Markland, that she was an attractive woman? You took him up rather sharply." "No, I didn't," said Minnie, with that ease which is noticed among near relations. "I said she was rather old for that." "She is scarcely any older than you. I know that from the Peerage. I looked her up." "So did I," said Miss Warrender.

"Yes," said the Colonel dryly, for he had had his eye upon the big athletic black; "but tell him that he must obey orders, and not be getting up any fighting upon his own account." "He'll obey me, sir," I said, speaking so that Joeboy could hear; and he looked at me and nodded. "That incident is over, then," said the Colonel sharply. "Now, Mr Denham, take a dozen men and continue the advance.

The first question caused each one to prick up his single ear pretty sharply. "Were you the only ones who escaped death when Captain Oxenham was slain?" "No, some boys were spared." "Have they ever reached England?" "As far as we know, no. The priests told us that some of them abjured their faith and had received pardon." Captain Drake passed some papers across the table. "Look at this drawing."

The clergyman looked up sharply, and for the first time became consciously conscious of the second man. Frank had sat back again on the bed, with Jimmie beside him, and was watching the little scene quietly and silently, and the clergyman met his eyes full. Some vague shock thrilled through him; Frank's clean-shaven brown face seemed somehow familiar or was it something else? Mr.

and a whistle, sharp, long, and loud, sounded behind her, amid peals of merriment. She turned sharply round, but still the whistle was behind her, and rang out again and again, till she was half deafened, and wholly irate; while the repetition of "Bend, bend, lowly bend, Win the Peri for your friend,"

She suddenly turned white and drew in her breath sharply. "Don't talk to me like that. You have no right to talk to me like that. I am another man's wife." "Hum," he sneered, throwing back his head, "that's rather late in the game, and that's been your trump card all along.

What are you?" "Jack Benson, sir. Captain of the Pollard submarine boats." "Why didn't you tell me that before!" The question came sharply, almost raspingly. "Beg your pardon, sir, but you didn't ask me," Jack replied. "Come up here, Benson," ordered the lieutenant commander, in a loud voice intended to drown out the subdued titter of some of the sailors forward.

We pulled on the faster therefore, and the light boat flew as only a Norse-built boat can fly. Bertric was in the forward rower's place, steering, and now and again he turned his head to set the course. I suppose we had covered half the distance across, when I heard him draw in his breath sharply. "Holy saints," he said, "look yonder!"