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In truth he did seem better able to take care of himself than most of the men Lorelei had seen, so she said no more. As he throttled himself with his evening tie Bob gasped: "Having a good time?" "Ye-es!"
George Uplift could not withhold a sharp grimace: The Countess had throttled the inward monitor that tells us when we are lying, so grievously had she practised the habit in the service of her family. 'Yes, said Mrs. Melville, 'I have heard of that fashion, and very stupid it is. 'Extremely vulgar, murmured Miss Carrington. 'Possibly, Lady Jocelyn observed; 'but good fun.
And I had to stand there and hear him say it! He told me afterwards that it was only a facon de parler, but I was angry. I simply shook with anger, the radiator was boiling, too, and one of the tires burst with rage." "And I suppose the petrol pipe was choked with emotion." "And the engine almost throttled in consequence. But that is another story.
He throttled the racer down to the lowest speed and took the longest road home. Again and again he slipped his left hand from the wheel and pressed hers. "You won't let anybody knock me behind my back, now will you, little girl?" She pressed his hand in answer. "I ain't got a single friend in all God's world to stand up for me but just you." "You don't need anyone," she whispered.
"It was that little devil by the side of the driver," he said. "It's lucky for me that he was not a big man instead of a bag of bones. We'd come about half way when he turned and half throttled the driver and then put speed on the motor. There was a struggle for the steering gear, and then the whole show came to grief on a bridge.
A hair's breadth more and he could have driven a bullet through his opponent's body; a twist the other way and he moaned and ground his teeth and frenziedly strove to regain what he had lost. Suddenly he let go, snatched his left hand clear, and throttled Gregory against the wall.
But for the sake of one who has seemed almost as my own child I throttled those feelings and started for the mountains, resolved that no selfishness of mine should cloud her happiness on her wedding day. I came, to find, what I would never have believed possible, that my old friend would sacrifice his child's happiness, all that is sweetest and holiest in her life, to gratify his own ambition.
May 9th. This evening at seven o'clock, just as I was going out to dine, I saw, a few yards away, a tall, broad-brimmed hat surmounting a head of lank white hair, a long neck throttled in a white neckcloth, a frock-coat flapping about a pair of attenuated legs. I lifted up my voice: "Uncle!" He opened his arms to me and I fell into them.
In his excitement he had forgotten Duvall, who at once seized him from behind. "Look out, Doctor," he cried, as he threw his arm about the fellow's neck and slowly throttled him. "He's gone quite insane dangerous take away the revolver." As he spoke, he tightened his arm about Seltz's throat until the latter gasped for breath.
She hungered for that finish, hungered to the point of suffering, seized by one of those sudden desperate longings which beget crime; such as when a passer-by is despoiled and throttled at the corner of a street. It seemed to her that if she could not satisfy her craving she herself must lose her life.
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