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Every few moments Miss Marcia would rise, go to the window, and peer out nervously into the darkness. Once the telephone-bell rang and every one jumped. Leslie hurried to answer it. "Oh, it's Aunt Sally Blake!" she exclaimed. "She wants to know how we all are and if we happen to have seen anything of Eileen. She was at the hospital all the afternoon, but she hasn't returned.
As if any Panamanian could talk earnestly of anything without waving his arms about him. The telephone-bell rang one afternoon. It was always doing that, twenty-four hours a day; but this time it sounded especially sharp and insistent. In the adjoining room, over the "blotter," snapped the brusk stereotyped nasal reply: "Ancon! Bingham talking!"
And even after he was roused, and had switched on the light, which showed the hands of the clock at a quarter to ten, he could still hear the telephone-bell of his nightmare.
Gray matter is scarce these times, and I'm not wasting any of mine on unnecessary speculation," said Raffles Holmes. At this point the telephone-bell rang and Raffles answered the summons. "Yes, I'll see Mr. Grouch. Show him up," he said. "It would be mighty interesting reading if some newspaper showed him up," he added, with a grin, as he returned.
The telephone-bell rang. The hall-boy said: "A gen'leman to see you Mistoo Ferriday." "Send him along." "He's on the way now." "Oh, all right." As Kedzie hung up the receiver it occurred to her that this little interchange was about the un-swellest thing she had ever done. She had been heedless of the convenances.
The sensation was exquisite in its novelty. He ordered tea, and afterwards, feeling sleepy, he went fast asleep. He awoke to the ringing of the telephone-bell. It was quite dark. The telephone-bell continued to ring. "Joseph!" he called. The valet entered. "What time is it?" "After ten o'clock, sir." "The deuce it is!" He had slept over four hours! "Well, answer that confounded telephone."
"Many Waters" was a world of verdant green. Lenore had all she could do to keep from flying to the slopes. But as every day now brought nearer the possibility of word from her father, she stayed at home. The next morning about nine o'clock, while she was at her father's desk, the telephone-bell rang. It did that many times every morning, but this ring seemed to electrify Lenore.
The slow, dusky colour rises in Saxham's set, pale face, and as slowly sinks out again. He has been standing in low-toned colloquy with the Chief outside the heavy plush curtains. He turns silently upon his heel and vanishes behind them. "Ting ting ting!" The telephone-bell heralds an urgent recall from Hotchkiss Outpost North.
"Those fellows don't seem to feel any ill effects," said I, pointing down at the links. "Have you played golf?" asked Lord John. "No, I have not." "Well, young fellah, when you do you'll learn that once fairly out on a round, it would take the crack of doom to stop a true golfer. Halloa! There's that telephone-bell again."
"She was waiting for orders, sir." "Send her up immediately." "Certainly, sir." Miss Warburton was the fourth angel an angel with another spick-and-span blouse, and the light of devotion in her eyes and the sound of it in her purling voice. "Good morning," the gruff brute started. "Did I hear the telephone-bell just now?" "Yes, sir. Doy and Doy have telephoned to say that Mr.
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