"Messieurs, will you permit me to speak to Mademoiselle de Longueville?" he asked. "Do you think that monsieur can see mademoiselle?" said one to the other, humorously. "It is too dark for him to see her. His Eminence said nothing about Monsieur le Chevalier speaking to any one he could not see." "Thanks, Messieurs, thanks!" And the Chevalier hastened to the calèche. "Mademoiselle . . ."
"Here, here," he continued, speaking in a lower tone, as if fearful of being overheard, "here she lies, sir, more to port; look into the streak of clear sky above the marsh, on the starboard hand of the wood, there; that long black line is her maintopmast; I know it by the rake; and there is her night-pennant fluttering about that bright star; ay, ay, sir, there go our own stars aloft yet, dancing among the stars in the heavens!
Did he speak about me?" "I saw him only at the trial," replied Colwyn, with his ready comprehension. "I had no opportunity of speaking to him alone." "I read about the trial in the paper," she went on. "They said that he was mad in order to try and save him, but he is not mad he was too good and kind to be mad. Oh, why did he kill Mr. Glenthorpe? Will they kill him for that?
No doubt that eminent authority, Professor Sylvanus Pettifer Possil, regards them as aerial hurricanes; but the more I see, the more I am constrained to regard Sylvanus Pettifer Possil as a silly vain asteroid." While Gazen was yet speaking we both became sensible of an unwonted stillness in the car. The machinery had ceased to vibrate.
He had not exchanged a word with either Karin or Halvor in upward of five years, and the thought of meeting old friends with whom one is no longer on speaking terms, was no more pleasant to him than it is to most people. So up the drift the horse had to mount.
Morrow after a couple of hours, pulling at his pointed gray beard and speaking enthusiastically in his soft artist-voice. "Splendid!" said untidy, handsome Mrs. Morrow, sitting down on the model-throne to view her own work the better. "But she must be ready to drop, aren't you, Joy, dear? You aren't used to it." But Joy shook her head. "I'm not tired a bit," she said truthfully.
At election times whoever can spare the time should, after learning the local situation, take some part in the campaign, by public speaking, personal soliciting of is a shame that the peaceable home-loving citizen should have to be dragged into this business of politics, which ought to be left to experts to manage; but at present there seems no help for it in most communities.
False teachers are described as wolves in sheep's clothing; and the Prophet Habakkuk, speaking of the Chaldeans, says, "Their horses are more fierce than the evening wolves."
When Mazarin ceased speaking he said to Porthos in a low tone: "Never tell Mazarin that I understand Spanish, or I am a lost man and you are also."
So we toiled upwards, Dan always leading, and sometimes I saw him turning and knew he was speaking; but the wind cut the words as they left his lips, and bore them tearing and shrieking to the sea below.