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"Peter Funck is drowned!" he said, in a voice that broke on the last word. A horrified whisper passed through the class, and they looked at one another with uncomprehending eyes. Peter Funck was the most active boy in the village, the best swimmer, and the greatest scamp the school had ever had and he was drowned! Fris walked up and down, struggling to control himself.
But the young girl seemed not to hear him and even after he had twice repeated his request she turned to him with uncomprehending eyes. "I would not leave thee, Dea," he said, "until I saw thee safely among thy slaves and thy clients." Then at last did she speak. But her voice sounded toneless and dull, as of one who speaks in a dream.
Did this noble captain of Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity rush to the rescue of his countrymen? He did not. Cursing, he swung his horse toward the south, followed by his amazed and altogether uncomprehending soldiery. There had been too many Gringoes in that wild, shrilling cavalcade to suit his fancy.
Do you think John Haydon " Harlan grinned faintly. "He's been fannin' it right along for half an hour," he said, with seeming irrelevance. "Who?" she asked, with a swift, uncomprehending glance at him. "Your gentleman," he said slowly.
"Peter Funck is drowned!" he said, in a voice that broke on the last word. A horrified whisper passed through the class, and they looked at one another with uncomprehending eyes. Peter Funck was the most active boy in the village, the best swimmer, and the greatest scamp the school had ever had and he was drowned! Fris walked up and down, struggling to control himself.
He saw their wondering, wistful, uncomprehending eyes, so bright and beautiful now, growing bigger and bigger as their soft cheeks fell away. He He moved nervously. He shifted his position, vainly trying to rid himself of the haunting vision. But panic was upon him. Starvation that was it. Starvation! God! how terrible was the thought. Starvation!
And, a moment later, Beatrice Kendrick was sitting up, dazed and utterly uncomprehending, peering about her at the strangest vision which since the world began had ever been the lot of any human creature to behold the vision of a place transformed beyond all power of the intellect to understand. Quite gone was all the plaster, as by magic.
He bent his head. "Oh, but I'm so sorry," she said. "Was it a failure, after all?" She drew near to him. She laid a sympathetic hand upon his arm. A sharp tremor went through him. He stooped very low and kissed it. "It was worse than that," he said, his voice choked, barely audible. "It was it was dishonour." "Dishonour!" She echoed the word, uncomprehending, unbelieving.
"You're not sick, are you, old man?" he asked. "Sick? No! What makes you ask such a fool question?" "Why, you're looking perfectly green round the gills. You're not going out, are you?" For the Pretender had sprung up and was dragging on his boots. He was finding it impossible to pretend any longer. John watched him anxiously, all uncomprehending. "Better let me take your temperature, Mac.
If he goes on the way he's started he's district sales manager for southern Ohio already." Lydia paid to this information the passing tribute of a moment's uncomprehending surprise. "Think of that! The last time Paul told me about himself he was working day and night in Schenectady, learning the business, and getting oh, I don't know fifty cents an hour, or some such starvation wages." Mrs.
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