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Updated: June 25, 2025
There were many other men already there, which was good; the animal heat of their bodies made the interior warmer. The interior of the car sounded like a Scotch bagpipe a-drone ... what with snoring, breaking of wind in various ways, groaning, and muttering thickly in dreams ... the air was sickeningly thick and fetid. But to open a side door meant to let in the cold.
He tells the story of the Old Buccaneer in fear of the public, for it was general property, but of course he finishes with a Nymney touch: 'So the Old Buccaneer is the doubloon she takes in exchange for a handful of silver pieces. There is no such handful to exchange not of the kind he sickeningly nudges at you.
Only, this time, she saw Aunt Charlotte open her mouth and scream. The scream woke her. She remembered her mother and Aunt Bertha in the drawing-room, talking, their faces together. That wasn't a dream. There was a sound of feet overhead. Uncle Victor's room. A sound of a door opening and shutting. And then a scream, muffled by the shut door. Her heart checked; turned sickeningly.
It rolled sickeningly in the oily wrinkled waters, and Alexander put his Pope in his pocket. The sea had a curious swell, and he wondered if an earthquake were imminent. The sea was not quite herself when her foundations were preparing to shake.
All up under her hair and down over her chin she rubbed it with energy and thoroughness. Then tying on the mask, she eased herself down on her elbow, little by little, and snuggled into her pillow with a sigh of relief. It was a long time before she fell asleep. The odor of the ointment was sickeningly sweet, and the mask gave her a hot smothery feeling.
"Yes," he answered, not understanding. "Why?" The room was sickeningly quiet, except for her breathing. He could have almost sworn her eyes were crackling and snapping as they stared at him. "Why?" she repeated. "Can you ask any one of my name in the mountains, why?" "I never thought," he whispered in a terrified voice, "you belonged to those Whitlys!"
I must try to ask her casually, so as not to offend her. A week has passed . Alathea came on Thursday I was sickeningly nervous on Thursday morning. I resented it extremely. As yet the only advance I have made is that I can control most of the outward demonstrations of my perturbations, but not the sensations themselves.
During this sickeningly painful operation he never moved a muscle of his face. When he drew out the dirk, he leaned forward and stretched out his neck; an expression of pain for the first time crossed his face, but he uttered no sound.
"It is the child of a savage woman," said Law. Joncaire pulled aside the infant's hood. He gave no sign, and a nice indifference sat in his query: "Une belle sauvage?" "Belle sauvage!" On a great bed of state, satin draped, flanked with ancient tapestries, piled sickeningly soft with heaps of pillows, there lay a thin, withered little man old, old and very feeble.
The voice came back, thinned by its journey from the Queen's interior. "Ought-five-nine " That was Jellico. Dane found himself suddenly unable to watch. He shut his eyes and braced himself against the vertigo of snap-out. It came and he whirled sickeningly through unstable space. Then he was sitting in the laced Com-tech's seat looking at Rip. Runnels of sweat streaked Shannon's brown face.
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