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He stood as a disinterested spectator might—one whom chance had brought that way and there hemmed in—his eyes on remote, inaccessible horizons, the tongue silent, the head a little raised. “Scourging, my lord,” Caiaphas interjected, “is fit and proper, but,” he continued, one silk-gloved hand uplifted, “our law prescribes death. Only an enemy to Tiberius would prevent it.”
She felt the keenest pleasure when the little thing, having rubbed her silk-gloved palms over her face, and then holding her away so that she could see her many beauties, whispered in her ear: 'How pretty you are! 'You darling! whispered Stephen in reply. 'We must love each other very much, you and I! When the two ladies had sat down, Stephen holding Pearl in her lap, Mrs.
And I've quit drinking." Now Cady was blase, but he had a heart; his sympathies were slow, but he was not insensible to misfortune. Accordingly he responded with a cry of pity, running his eye over his friend to estimate the ravages of Temperance. Midway in its course his gaze halted, he passed a silk-gloved palm lightly across his brow, and looked again.
Noah protested that your old seaman, especially if a sealer and a Stunin'tunner, had no occasion for such geometry operations, as he termed them; that it might be well enough, perhaps necessary, for your counting-house, silk-gloved captains, who run between New York and Liverpool, to be rubbing up their glasses and polishing their sextants, for they hardly ever knew where they were, except at such times; but as for himself, he had little need of turning star-gazer at his time of life, and that as he had already told me, he was getting to be near-sighted, and had some doubts whether he could discern an object like the sun, that was known to be so many thousands of millions of miles from the earth.
The high-priest gazed curiously at his silk-gloved hands. You would have said they were objects he had never seen before. Then he returned the procurator’s stare. “We know of no such god.” “Ah!” And the procurator drew a long breath of understanding. “It is that, I believe, he preaches.” “And it is for that,” Caiaphas echoed, “that he must die. Yes, Pilate, it is for that.
"If I have," he spoke with that slow gentleness she loved so well, "it is no fever that requires roots or herbs.... Shall I," he came a little closer, "shall I put a name to it, Senorita?" His words were for her ears alone. Her eyes smiled into his. "Come, let us show you the rose garden, Senor Stanley," she said with playful formality and placed her silk-gloved fingers on his arm.
"It was a pleasure. Have I the honour of speaking to Miss Blyth? I am Doctor Strong. Doctor Stedman may have spoken to you of me." "He has indeed done so!" said Miss Phoebe; and she held out her silk-gloved hand with dignified cordiality. "I am glad to make your acquaintance, sir. I shall hope to have the pleasure of welcoming you at my house at an early date." "Thank you! I shall be most happy.
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