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Question and questioner were beneath contempt. "Waffor does it not like me?" he shouted stridently. "Flies don't like people, silly." "Waffor not?" retorted Thomas. "They don't know anything about them." "Well, I'll tell it about me. My name's Thomas," he said to the fly politely. "Now does it like me?" William groaned. But the fly had now vanished, and Thomas once more grew impatient.
Whipped by emotion, his voice rose stridently until it cracked just under a shout. "That sounds pretty businesslike, old man," a strange voice spoke whimsically behind Casey. "Who's all this you're going to trail till your tongue hangs down to your knees? Going to need any help?" Casey whirled belligerently upon the man who had walked quietly up behind him.
A shovel grated stridently now and then in the fire room, and occasionally a block rattled or a halliard flapped against the foremast overhead. The surroundings and the strange, weird "feel" of the darkness were peculiarly impressive. "I don't know whether we care to hear any story," observed "Hay."
Suddenly there came a sound of planes coming down from the upper air. Finally a fretful voice rose up stridently, recklessly, saying through a muffled megaphone: "Ho, there below! Start up a flare a light, anything, so we can know where and how to land." Fortunately Erwin, who had really slept the longest, was roused by the closing words. He heard the sound of wings above, and at once apprehended.
A venerable and hitherto decorous old deacon of Roxbury not only left the church when the hated bass-viol began its accompanying notes, but he stood for a long time outside the church door stridently "caterwauling" at the top of his lungs. When expostulated with for this unseemly and unchristianlike annoyance he explained that he was "only mocking the banjo."
To-morrow morning I shall see about letting my rooms. According to the terms of the settlement I drew out last night, you retain these rent free to the expiration of the lease. That's three years. But you mayn't sub-let." Sub-let! He could talk about sub-letting! The irony of it dragged a laugh through her lips. "Do you think I shall want to sub-let?" she said stridently.
Diamonds glinted upon the shivering pines, sound seemed frozen, and there was a great impressive stillness across which the jingle of the bridle rang stridently when Alton pulled the horse up near the foremost of the trees. "This," he said softly, "is where I found Jimmy. He was sitting there with his rifle on his knee, looking straight at me, as though there were lots of things he could tell me."
Sometimes stridently off key the music was made all the more euphonious for the errors.
"I am waiting!" Clubfoot's voice broke stridently upon the silence. Should I tell him the truth now? It was three minutes to the hour. "Come! The two addresses!" I would keep faith to the last. "Herr Doktor!" I faltered. He dashed the pencil down on the table and sprang to his feet. He caught me by the lapels of my coat and shook me in an iron grip. "The addresses, you dog!" he said.
He was beyond the table where the gun lay. They were close together. My moment had come. The game was mine and a ball of fire burst in my brain to race all over me. "To hell with you!" burst out Wright incoherently. He was frenzied. "I'll have her or nobody else will!" "You never will," returned Sampson stridently. "So help me God, I'd rather see her Ranger Steele's wife than yours!"
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