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I'm just I stayed up for you I don't know how long." "Is she all right?" "Well she's in bed." "I wish you'd come to one of these other rooms," he continued to whisper. All the sibilants in his words seemed to detach themselves, hissing, from the rest of the sounds. She gave a gesture of assent.
It's vulgar. From the look of you I was afraid you'd use scent and be saucy. But I'm glad you aren't." "Oh, no, miss," answered Sally. Quite truthfully, she added: "I've never thought of using scent. I don't like it. Only common girls use it." Unconsciously she was emphasising all her sibilants. "Well, some of the girls here do," said Miss Summers. "Hold still."
Nearly the converse occurred in the case of the sibilants; for while the Etruscan retained the three signs "id:z", "id:s", "id:sh", and the Umbrian rejected the last but developed two new sibilants in its room, the Samnite and the Faliscan confined themselves like the Greek to "id:s" and "id:z", and the Roman of later times even to "id:s" alone.
Nearly the converse occurred in the case of the sibilants; for while the Etruscan retained the three signs "id:z", "id:s", "id:sh", and the Umbrian rejected the last but developed two new sibilants in its room, the Samnite and the Faliscan confined themselves like the Greek to "id:s" and "id:z", and the Roman of later times even to "id:s" alone.
It is a memorable sight to see him standing with his back to one of the high stone mantelpieces in Durham Castle, his feet wide apart on the hearth-rug, his hands in the openings of his apron, his trim and dapper body swaying ceaselessly from the waist, his head, with its smooth boyish hair, bending constantly forward, jerking every now and then to emphasise a point in his argument, the light in his bright, watchful, sometimes mischievous eyes dancing to the joy of his own voice, the thin lips working with pleasure as they give to all his words the fullest possible value of vowels and sibilants, the small greyish face, with its two slightly protruding teeth on the lower lip, almost quivering, almost glowing, with the rhythm of his sentences and the orderly sequence of his logic.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Notya dear." "Your mother." The voice was querulous. "I was unkind to your mother. Oh worse than that!" The bed creaked, and a long sigh gave place to the halting speech in which the sibilants were thickened into lisping sounds. "She was my friend. She was beautiful. You are all like her.
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