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The discussion appears to have become rather heated and angry on both sides, for the guard and a porter at Munsden both noticed that they seemed to be quarrelling; but the upshot of the affair was that the lady snapped the chain, and tossed it together with the locket to my brother, and they parted quite amiably at Shinglehurst, where Harold got out.
"Move so much as a finger, my pretty fellow," he snapped at him, "and I'll crush the life from you as from a toad." There was a sudden forward movement on the part of the men; but if Garnache was vicious, he was calm. Were he again to lose his temper now, there would indeed be a speedy end to him. That much he knew, and kept repeating to himself, lest he should be tempted to forget it.
You might as well know that now, as later. I want you to save the man your daughter loves." Chan cursed in the gloom, his lean face darkened; but Neilson made no answer. Ray in his place sharply inhaled; but the sullen glow in his eyes snapped into a flame.
Firstly his son Lawrence failed and was ruined; secondly he died; and thirdly his widow and her daughter nineteen years old came here a couple of months ago and settled on Mr. Evringham, and here they've stayed ever since! I don't think they have an idea of going away." Mrs. Forbes's eyes snapped. "Such an upset as it was!
"It does not much matter what you call it," he said, "so long as you keep out of its way." The bushes broke and snapped abruptly behind them, and a very tall figure towered above Turnbull with an arrogant stoop and a projecting chin, a chin of which the shape showed queerly even in its shadow upon the path. "You see that is not so easy," said MacIan between his teeth.
Polly drew a long breath of delight, and gazed long at the face of the stove that seemed to crackle out an answering note of joy as the wood snapped merrily; then she slowly looked around the kitchen. "It's so perfectly lovely, Mamsie," she broke out at length, "to see the dear old things, and to know that they are waiting here for us to come back whenever we want to.
'Well, who are you? snapped Slivers, crossly, after waiting a reasonable time for an answer and getting none. 'I'm his landlady, retorted the other, with a defiant snort. 'Matilda Cheedle is my name, and I don't care who knows it. 'It's not a pretty name, snarled Slivers, prodding the ground with his wooden leg, as he always did when angry. 'Neither are you.
"Have you the map, Professor?" he called. "In my saddle bag." "I want to study it a minute before we start. We don't know anything about the trails here and we have no guide to direct us. We've got to make our way the best we can." "We can't get lost," chimed in Chunky. "Why can't we get lost?" snapped Ned turning on the fat boy. "Because we don't know where we are anyway."
The first bird that Nat spied after they left the meadows was perching on the topmost wire of a fence by the roadside. Every once in a while he darted into the air, snapped up an insect, and returned to the same perch on the wire whence he had started.
If she hadn't come, that woman might have inquired about me in Turnhill till all was blue, without you hearing about her! But there it is!" He snapped his fingers. "It's my fault for being found out! That's the only thing I'm guilty of.... And look at it! Look at it!"
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