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For barely an instant he hesitated in the operation of lighting his cigar as he saw Aldous. Then he nodded. "Hello, John Aldous," he said. "Good evening, Culver Rann," replied Aldous. For a moment his nerves had tingled the next they were like steel. Culver Rann's teeth gleamed. Aldous smiled back. They were cold, hard, rapierlike glances.
"And you believe that I " Laodice began and stopped, bewildered. Amaryllis, smiling, moved toward the inner corridor of her house. At the threshold of the arch she called back: "Please yourself, my friend," and was gone. Laodice was, by this time, stunned and intensely repelled. The hand on which Amaryllis had laid hers in passing tingled under the touch.
The dance won't git a-goin' good fer an hour yet 'til the folks gits het up to it." For a moment Alice hesitated. The romance of the night was upon her. Every nerve tingled, with the feel of the wild.
Clutching the side of his head, which throbbed and tingled as though from the blow of an open hand, Stuart struggled to his feet. There was smoke in the room, a smell of burning and of fusing metal. He glared at the table madly. The mouthpiece of the telephone had vanished! "My God!" he groaned again, and clutched at the back of the chair. His dictionary was smouldering slowly.
My word, you fright too much." "Me fright?" she demanded, while anger tingled all through her. "Too much fright bang 'm head belong me," Gogoomy said proudly. And then she reached for him across the gate and got him. It was a sweeping, broad-handed slap, so heavy that he staggered sideways and nearly fell.
The darkness of the night, the late excitement, the stolen kiss that still glowed upon his lips, the remembrance of Lucy's flattering agitation in the scene with her at Lord Mauleverer's, the yet warmer one of that unconscious embrace, which still tingled through every nerve of his frame, all conspired with the delicious emotion which he now experienced at her presence and her contact to intoxicate and inflame him.
It was a weird, uncanny journey, in which the nerves tingled to uncouth shapes and the wild echoing of mountain voices. Once, at such a moment of continued suspense, Beth Norvell bent forward and whispered a sentence into her ear. The girl started, impulsively pressing her lips against the white hand grasping the pony's mane. "No, no, señorita," she said softly.
A grandfatherly tone crept into his voice, and the caressing hand touched the round, pale outline of cheek and chin with the assurance of age and superiority but the girl tingled under it. "No," she said, almost breathlessly, "I like that best of all." And she pointed a trembling finger toward the Madonna and Child. Gaston was conscious of a palpitating meaning in the words and gesture.
The woman who wept scalding tears from open eye-pits was indeed a woman apulse with life as she plucked the strings of an ukulele and lifted her voice in a barbaric love-call such as might have come from the dark forest-depths of the primeval world. The air tingled with her cry, softly imperious and seductive. Upon a mat, timing his rhythm to the woman's song Kiloliana danced. It was unmistakable.
His fair ship was speeding with him as he loved to feel her speed; around him spread the vast spaces in which his spirit rejoiced salt sea and vaulted heavens; the full air of the open, the brisk dash of the wind filled him with physical exhilaration at every breath, and tingled in his veins; the sporting blood, which had come to him from generations of hunting squires, found all its craving satisfied in this coursing across the green ocean fields, and the added element of danger was as the sting of the brine to his palate.
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