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"Very little, perhaps," said Sir Ralph, and then everybody laughed, and Hyacinth felt herself sitting among them like a child, understanding nothing of their smiles and shrugs, the malice in their sly interchange of glances. She sat among them feeling as if her heart were turned to stone.
The silly being affects to be learned, pretends to examine the canonical books, lends her aid toward the new-fashioned reformation of Christendom, moral and critical, and shrugs up her shoulders at the mention of Lavater's enthusiasm. Her health is destroyed, on account of which she is prevented from having any enjoyment here below. Only such a creature could have cut down my walnut trees!
We asked one of the managers at the Hang Far Low what he would order if he wished to get the best dish prepared in the restaurant, and he was even more emphatic in his shrugs than the French or Italian managers. He protested that there were so many good things it was impossible to name just one as being the best. "You see, we have fish fins, they are very good. Snails, China style. Very good, too.
When you ask a Russian to translate it for you he shrugs his shoulders. "Oh, it means," he says, "that their time will also come some day." It is a pathetic, haunting refrain. They sing it in the drawing- rooms of Moscow and St. Petersburg, and somehow the light talk and laughter die away, and a hush, like a chill breath, enters by the closed door and passes through.
Coleridge left his wife and children to be cared for by others. And Coleridge died in the odour of sanctity, revered by his disciples, and idolised by his children; while Mill went to the grave amidst the shrugs of respectable shoulders, and respected rather than beloved by the son who succeeded to his intellectual leadership.
With many growls and shrugs, he felt obliged to comply; and he performed his part pretty well, the execrations bestowed upon the mosquitoes and black-flies forming a sort of safety-valve to let off the concentrated venom of his temper. When he came in to dinner, he held out his hands to me. "Look at these hands." "They are blistered with the hoe." "Look at my face."
Malahin shrugs his shoulders, and goes out to look for someone else to speak to. From boredom or from a desire to put the finishing stroke to a busy day, or simply that a window with the inscription "Telegraph!" on it catches his eye, he goes to the window and expresses a desire to send off a telegram. Taking up a pen, he thinks for a moment, and writes on a blue form: "Urgent. Traffic Manager.
"How much do they know er about the buried treasure, for instance?" demands Old Hickory. Captain Lennon shrugs his shoulders. "About twice as much as is so, I suppose," says he. "They're great gossips, sailors worse than so many old women." "Huh!" grunts Mr. Ellins. "And about how long have they known all this?" "I overheard some of them talking about it before we sailed," says the Captain.
"Can't always tell what?" demands Auntie. "About things not happenin' out here," says I. "But, Torchy," says Vee, "what could possibly happen here; that is, like those things in town?" I shrugs my shoulders and shakes my head. "How absurd!" says Vee. Auntie gives me one of them cold storage looks of hers. "I have usually noticed," says she, "that things do not happen of themselves.
Jog the foot-path way through Tuscany in my company, it's Lombard Street to my hat I charm you out of your lassitude by my open humour. Things I say will have been said before, and better; my tunes may be stale and my phrasing rough: I may be irrelevant, irreverent, what you please. Eh, well! I am in Italy, the land of shrugs and laughing.
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