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The boy glanced fearfully toward the closed tent-flaps. "Ssh!" he whispered. "The guard can hear " "Oh, that's all right," returned Jack, urged perhaps to a conscious bravado by the very weakness of the other. "It's all day with me, anyway. I may as well say what I think.
You don't mean anything wrong between you and Mrs. Phillotson?" "I do... My wretched state is that I've a wife I love who not only does not love me, but but Well, I won't say. I know her feeling! I should prefer hatred from her!" "Ssh!"
This was a favourite phrase of Sneyd's, which Peake never heard without a faint secret annoyance. "At the bottom of your mind you mean to give that hundred. It's your duty to do so, and you will. You'll let them persuade you." "I'll bet thee a shilling I don't." "Done!" "Ssh!" murmured Mrs Lovatt, "I'm ashamed of both of you, betting on such a subject or on any subject," she added.
Louisa, who understood the child, said: "'Ssh! Let him sleep!" And they talked in whispers. But Jean-Christophe, pricking his ears, gathered all the details of illness typhoid fever, cold baths, delirium, the parents' grief. He could not breathe, a lump in his throat choked him. He shuddered. All these horrible things took shape in his mind.
I scarcely regretted the ruin of the locket, I was so delighted to have her keep quiet; but, alas! the little wretch soon dropped it and began howling like ten thousand midnight cats. I trotted her again I tossed her I laid her over my knees on her stomach I said "Ssh ssh ssssh sssssh!" all in vain. Instead of ten minutes for refreshments it seemed to me that they gave ten hours.
Miss Potter's face went white; she raised her hand as if to strike Miss Impett, but as the latter stared her in the eyes, the other girl flinched. Then, tears came into Miss Potter's eyes as she faltered: "Oh! Oh, you story!" "Story! story!" began Miss Impett, but was at once interrupted by pacific Miss Allen. "Ssh! ssh!" she cried fearfully. "I shan't," answered Miss Impett.
The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses. Our sister. Ssh! I felt it was expected of me. Force of habit. THE NYMPH: Mortal! You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the century.
Along came the "Parson," gravely swinging one leg after the other in the air and thinking with much pleasure of the kindliness of Mrs. Cricky who was always a very cordial hostess. "Ssh!" whispered Chirk, "he's thinking of Miss K. T. Did. They say " But the sentence was never finished, for with a sprawl, the "Parson" stumbled over the blade of grass and came down on the other side with a clatter.
In less than two minutes after she stepped out on the cliff, the place was deserted, the hut left unguarded and Judge Breckenridge and his men rushed in, broke open the door and found the old man asleep on a sack of straw. The Judge touched him and the professor tried to shake him off. "What are you going to do with me now?" he asked peevishly, "I want to go to sleep. Can't you let me be?" "Ssh!
"What you goin' to do with him?" asked one. "We can't keep him here." "Well, it's only for a few days." "But who's goin' to feed him?" "Yes," said the third, "an' how about us?" "Oh, you'll be all right," from the big man, who seemed to be the leader; "that's all fixed." "Who's goin' to do it McNally?" "Ssh!" the leader looked around, and all three lowered their voices.
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