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Updated: May 6, 2025
Father Gibault looked pleased, and already a murmur of applause went through the audience. M. Roussillon stroked the bulging crystal of the time-piece with a circular motion of his thumb and bowed again, clearing his throat resonantly, his face growing purplish above his beard. "Good friends," he said, "what France does all high-class Frenchmen applaud."
And, as he knew quite well that Josephine prized that china beyond all her other earthly possessions, he stroked his smooth-shaven, dimpled chin with the air of a man to whom is offered a very subtly sweet homage. Josephine whisked in and out of the pantry, and up and down cellar, and with every whisk a new dainty was added to the table.
T. X. looked up at the ceiling and stroked his chin. "I suppose that I ought to arrest you. I feel that something is due from me. May I ask if you were sleeping in the bed downstairs?" "In the lower cellar?" she demanded, a little pause and then, "Yes, I was sleeping in the cellar downstairs." There was that interval of hesitation almost between each word.
It also pointed to the fact that there was a closer confidence between Maud Barrington and her aunt than often exists between mother and daughter, and the elder lady stroked the lustrous head that rested against her knee with a little affectionate pride. "My dear, you know you are beautiful, and you have the cachet that all the Courthornes wear. Still, you could not like him? Tell me about him."
The next afternoon the same group of children were playing at the same place, when the canine hero of the day before came trotting down to them with the most friendly wags and nods. There being no occasion this time for supplying him with delicacies, the children only stroked and patted him. The dog, however, had not come out of pure sociability.
But after he had closed the door he stood and stroked his palm slowly over his temple, smoothing down his fair hair a gesture that was a part of his individuality; and his smile, while it was not at all diffident, was deprecatory. He began to roll down the sleeves of his shirt.
They praised his skill as a horseman, his coolness in a time of danger and emergency, and his good nature under great provocation. Many were the admirers of Velox. They patted his shoulders, stroked his head and commented on his beauty of color and form. The horse took it in good part, and seemed to consider it a proper tribute to the steed who won the race.
I get sixty pounds a year is it not delightful? So we are quite rich. If only you don't know how I wish poor father could have enjoyed it too if he could but have had a few years of the pleasant life and rest. She smiled through the tears in her eyes. Biddy stroked her hand gently.
Again I stroked the head of my anger. I could see the King was very seriously displeased; and that unless I could keep myself determined, he would have the best of the interview; and that I was resolved he should not have. Suddenly he spoke, still writing. "You can go, Chiffinch," said he. "Come back in half an hour."
How doth one win such honours and acclaim and reach the high estate that thou dost laud? "The minstrel gazed a little space into the Yule log's flame, and stroked his long hoar beard. Then made he answer: "'Some win their spurs and earn the royal accolade because the blood of dragons stains their hands. From mighty combat with these terrors they come victorious to their king's reward.
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