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A brief silence descended upon the two who were left. Olga glanced once or twice at Sir Reginald, whose brows were drawn in deep thought. At length, with slight hesitation she spoke, voicing the anxiety that had been growing within her for many days. "Sir Reginald, do you think he is in any danger when he goes to the city?" The old soldier came out of his reverie, and met her eyes.
Sir Basil ventured with satisfaction in his own assurance. He, too, felt that Imogen must be "settled." "I suppose so," said Valerie. "I couldn't trust her to any one more happily. He understands her and cares for her absolutely." Sir Basil at this ventured a little further, voicing both satisfaction and anxiety with: "So, then, you'll come back to to Surrey."
And all the while, with broken intervals of groaning, he babbled on, living over the fight, seeking relief in telling her his trouble, voicing regret at loss of the money, and crying out the hurt to his pride. Far worse than the sum of his physical hurts was his hurt pride. "He couldn't put me out, anyway. He had full swing at me in the times when I was too much in to get my hands up.
Now, I've read my story, and I'm waiting for yours. Who's going to come next?" "After such excitements as horse-stealing and a blizzard, our poor little adventures would seem very tame," said Mrs. Fleming, voicing the general feeling of the family, each member of which was showing a plain desire to shirk. "Suppose we keep our stories for another evening, and play games now?
That one scene will stand out big; it's got an awful big punch, provided I had the stuff leading up to it, which I haven't got." "Hell!" said Andy softly, voicing the dismay of them all. Presently old Applehead unlimbered himself from his chair and went out into the cold and darkness.
"Listen," says he; "I startled ye first with your Christian name, and ye were so made up wi' it, ye wid believe a gull brushed your lug; but listen, Hamish, listen." From out of the night came the answer, and in my mind there came the picture I had often watched, the grey night seas and the lonely gull flying low, and ever and anon voicing its cry as though it mourned the lost spirit of the deep.
But while I waited till his eye should sink, O'ercome of beauty, With heart impatience brimming to the brink Of courteous duty, He smote my marbles many a murderous blow, His weapon poising; I, in my wrath and wonderment of woe, No comment voicing. "Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages, Afford me here a lump of harmless clay, Ye grooms and pages!"
On all of his journeys Alexander found time to keep in touch with his old teacher at home; and we find the ruler of Asia voicing that old request, "Send me something to read," and again, "I live alone with my thoughts, amidst a throng of men, but without companions." Plutarch gives a copy of a letter sent by Alexander wherein Aristotle is chided for publishing his lecture on oratory.
She's had a vision, too, or you'd never see her wearing that patient face with all she's had to bear!" "Did it ever seem strange to you that good people have so much trouble in this world?" said Courtland, voicing his same old doubting thought. "Well, now why? What's trouble going to be in the resurrection? We won't mind then what we passed through, and this world isn't forever, thank the Lord!
We made our way to the galleried porch and sat down, there being a lull in the figures just then. We each took out a cigar and lighted a match; and then looked across at the other. We solemnly blew our matches out. "Perhaps she doesn't like smoke," said Farrar, voicing the sentiment. "Perhaps not," said I. Silence. "I wonder how she will get along with the Ten?" I queried.
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