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Updated: May 27, 2025
Above the throng pass the heads and shoulders of unemotional, self-possessed Americans, erect and soldierly.
She arranged about the shooting that is to say, she informed the acting keeper that Master Laurie would be home for Christmas as usual all in an unemotional manner, and went about her various affairs without effort. She found Mrs. Baxter just a little trying now and then.
"But I'm completely uninteresting," said Michael. "Yes; I'll judge of that," said Falbe. Slowly, and with diffident pauses, Michael began to speak of himself, feeling at first as if he was undressing in public. But as he went on he became conscious of the welcome that his story received, though that welcome only expressed itself in perfectly unemotional monosyllables.
He liked us, so everything we did was right to him. He could not help being guided entirely by his feelings. If he disliked a thing, he had no use for it. Some men can say, "I hate this play, but of its kind it is admirable." Willie Winter could never take that unemotional point of view. In England he loved going to see graveyards, and knew where every poet was buried.
Through the press at the sides came The Lily, who, in the turmoil, had sought refuge behind the bar. The partners, stooping over the unconscious, swaddled figure on the floor, looked up at her, and Dick saw that her face was as calm and unemotional as ever. "Bring her to my room," she said; "I'll show you where it is.
In judging Wilbur she was disposed to ascribe the defects of his character largely to the coldness and analyzing sobriety of his creed. She had accompanied him to church listlessly, and had been bored by the unemotional appeals to conscience and quiet subjective designations of duty.
She was conscious of but one supreme emotion as she gazed at this man who had ridden into her life, gun in hand. She was happy. Heretofore her life had been quiet, even, unemotional, always the same and now she was happy, riotously, deliriously happy; and it did not occur to her that Bob McGraw might die. She willed that he should live, for life was love, and love what was love?
"Barry," she said, giving him her hand, "I have decided to be married to-morrow. I shall wire mamma." Barry answered her only with his eyes. "By Jove!" said Paula, "you Britishers are the limit, for stolid, unemotional people. Here am I shouting my head off like a baseball fan, to get this thing put through, and you quietly walk up and announce that everything's fixed but the band."
There was nothing to be gathered from his expression, however. After that first moment he was entirely himself well-mannered, unemotional, cold. "I came over on the Baltic," she explained, "I guessed I'd find you here. Fourteenth Street was getting a little sultry. The old man hopped it to San Francisco the day you left." "Sit down," he invited.
And at each such cry he had seen the rush of others, and the feverish manner in which they took possession of the spot where the lucky individual was working and hustled him out. It was in these rushes that he saw the danger lying ahead. Hitherto these men had been accustomed to the slow process of washing "pay-dirt." It was not only slow, but unemotional.
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