United States or Lebanon ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
He wondered whether it was unlocked, and what it contained. As he stood over it he could hear plainly the thud, thud, thud, of the thing outside the haunch of meat as though some one were tapping fragments of the Morse code in a careless and broken sort of way. Then, without any particular motive, he stepped into the dark corner at the end of the bunk.
Bending to a trunk near her chair, she unlocked it, and taking out a papier-maché box, opened it with a small key that hung from her watch chain, and placed it on the table before her, where she had thrown the unread letters.
Signifying to Margery by a wave of his hand that she was to step back out of sight, in the hinder angle of the shelter, the gentleman beckoned to the postman to bring the bag to where he stood. The man did so, and again resumed his journey. The stranger unlocked the bag and threw it on the seat, having taken one letter from within. This he read attentively, and his countenance changed.
'Why give me just three days? 'Pure impatience. Have you forgotten me? Their horses walked on with them. They unlocked their hands. 'You knew it was I? said he. 'Who else could it be? I heard Venice, she replied. Her previous cavalier was on his feet, all but on his knees, it appeared, searching for something that eluded him under the road-side bank.
For very relief from them I again leapt out of bed, lit a candle, unlocked the cabinet, and taking out the amulet, proceeded to examine the I facets as I did once before when I heard in the Swiss cottage these words of my stricken father: 'Should you ever come to love as I have loved, you will find that materialism is intolerable is hell itself to the heart that has known a passion like mine.
"That I understand, Effendi," said the tall Turk; "the Americans and the English have always been good friends of mine and I have been frequently in London. Therefore, I shall be very pleased to be of any help to you." T. X. walked to a closed bookcase on one side of the room, unlocked it, took out an object wrapped in white tissue paper.
But he had been told to go to the top, and to the top he went. Then he found himself in a hall, which had an iron door at one end. This door he unlocked with his golden key, and he passed through into a vast chamber which had a roof of blue sprinkled with golden stars, and a carpet of green silk soft as turf.
The indignation at the defection of the hospital staff, held in subjection during the day by the necessity for doing something, now rose and lent speed and fury to her movements. In an incredibly short time Jane was feeling her way along the hall and down the staircase, now a well of unfathomable blackness and incredible rustlings and creakings. The front doors were unlocked.
"And was the door unlocked," cried Mrs. Procter. "I thought I attended to the doors and windows right after supper." "The door was unlocked," said the Eagle Man, "and so I took the liberty of coming right in." "I'm glad you did," said Mr. Procter. "Well, I need your help, Richard," said old John Massey in an affectionate tone. "It's ready for you, Mr. Massey," the inventor answered warmly.
He showed me his books and read to me from his one solitary "First Edition." Then he unlocked a little drawer in an old chiffonier and brought out a package all wrapped in chamois. This parcel held two miniature portraits, one of Fenelon and one of Madame Guyon. "That picture of Fenelon belonged to Madame Guyon. He had it painted for her and sent it to her while she was in prison at Vincennes.
Word Of The Day