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Updated: October 14, 2024
One of the men stepped gingerly forward and picked up the brick, holding it far from his body, as he tip-toed up to the platform, where he laid it down carefully on the desk before the Professor. "Thank you," said the Professor, blandly. The man drew a long breath of relief as he went back to his seat.
You must lend me some of your clothes, any that you have, now, at once. Will you do this? "My clothes!" he began to gasp. "Yes. Go and get them, please. But make no noise, for the love of Christ." Vincent tip-toed back. He returned, after a time of dreadful rummaging in the dark, with a bundle. "I have brought what I could find. They are all there.
The first tip-toed to the door and, with pointed lips, called the name, Albertina, out into the long hall with as much coyness as had been employed in summoning the second sister. Albertina was the youngest of the three; she was about forty. But she had forgotten, like Jasmina and Saloma, to erase twenty years from the calendar: all three had preserved the youthful charm of their girlhood.
I had been sent upstairs from the tea-table to wash my hands though they were only comfortably soiled and after I had dipped them in a basin of water that had done service for both Angel and The Seraph, I gave them a good rub on my trouser legs, as I tip-toed to the foot of the attic stairs. Cautiously, with fast-beating heart, I mounted, and tried the door. It was locked fast.
In the upstairs hall, Rosemary tip-toed to meet him, her eyes dark with mystery. "Hello, where is everyone?" asked her brother, giving her a kiss. "What has happened to Aunt Trudy?" "She's getting ready for dinner," explained Rosemary. "She's been crying in Mother's room for almost an hour and then her trunks came and she thought she'd change her dress."
She tip-toed down the short corridor, and looked into the room. The study was quite deserted; a lamp burned on a table strewn with books, papers, and writing materials. Rose glanced wonderingly around at the book-lined walls. Mr. Richards could pass the dull hours if those were all novels, she thought. The room beyond was unlit, save by the moon shining brightly through the parted curtains.
Perspiration dripped from under the old man's cap. He rasped his rough palms together nervously. At last he rose and tip-toed into the main camp. All the men were asleep, snoring with the lusty heartiness of a tired lumber crew. The colonel advanced cautiously to Hackett's bunk, and stirred that worthy with his finger until the man awoke. He beckoned, and Hackett followed him into the pen.
Old Viner would undoubtedly make some exclamation at her sudden and stealthy entrance, but once she was inside without those in the next room either having heard or seen her, it would not matter. Another inch she pushed the door open, another and then another. And then quickly, silently, she tip-toed over the threshold and closed the door softly behind her.
"I say," whispered Mugford, "hadn't we better go back? what if the old chap's at home!" "Oh, it's all right; there's nobody about," answered Jack. "Let's go on and see what the place is really like." They tip-toed round the building.
He sat down on the broad window-ledge, still sipping his whiskey and milk, as he looked at her. She was very good to see. Presently she had to cross a little plot of grass. The dew was still on it. She gathered up her skirts and tip-toed quickly across it. The action was attractive enough, for she had a lithe smoothness of motion. Suddenly he uttered an exclamation of surprise.
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