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There was something strange and unusual about his returning the borrowed cloak at that late hour. The whole thing was so unlike O'mie. "They've killed him and put him in the river," wailed Dollie Gentry. "I'm afraid he's been foully dealt with. They suspected he knew too much," and Dr. Hemingway bowed his head in sorrow.
"Oh, there's an awful, awful wild beast in the blue room, nearly as tall as the ceiling! It rose up and came after us out of the corner, and if I hadn't slammed the door just in time, it would have eaten us up. I'm sure it would! Oo-oo-oo! It was so awful!" she wailed. "Why, Virginia," exclaimed her aunt, distressed to see her so terrified, "it must have been only a big shadow you saw.
The next morning, when I returned from my inspection, I found the rector and Philip had decamped with two of our choice horses, and that my uncle and aunt had commanded the barge, and gone to Mr. Lloyd's. I sent for Scipio. "Fore de Lawd, Marse Richard," he wailed, "'twan't Scipio's fault. Marse Grafton is dry fambly!" This was Scipio's strongest argument.
"Oh, but I do want to be a bee frightfully," wailed Kezia... A tiny bee, all yellow-furry, with striped legs. She drew her legs up under her and leaned over the table. She felt she was a bee. "A ninseck must be an animal," she said stoutly. "It makes a noise. It's not like a fish." "I'm a bull, I'm a bull!" cried Pip.
"Ponsger!" she cried; tottered back against the sofa; was struck by it at the bend of her knees; collapsed upon it. Her head sunk sideways; she closed her eyes. "You can see for yourself," George said. Mr. Marrapit sniffed: "My nose corroborates." "Ponsger!" the prone figure wailed. Mr. Marrapit started: "Mrs. Major!" She opened her eyes: "Call me Lucy. Darling-um!" She began to snore.
Half proud of the brain, half touched by the heart, he passed on exploringly through the new play-room out into the hall again. Quite distinctly now through the aperture of the back stairs the kitchen voices came wafting up to him. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" wailed his Little Girl's peevish voice. "Now that that Man's come back again I suppose we'll have to eat in the dining-room all the time!"
He wailed. He stared at the stranger, in a manner of patient dismissal. He explained confidentially to Carol, "Daddy wouldn't let it be morning yet. What does the pillow say?" Bresnahan dropped his arm caressingly on Carol's shoulder; he pronounced, "My Lord, you're a lucky girl to have a fine young husk like that.
I walked softly downstairs, after bidding the General an adieu in a manner in marked contrast to that in which I had greeted him at the beginning of the interview. Now that it is all over, and the ocean winds have wailed their dirges for him so many long years, I would pay a humble tribute to the memory of as brave and knightly a man as ever wore epaulettes or fought under the stars and stripes.
It tells of Jack's disappearance, and of Drummond's agony of mind and helplessness in St. Petersburg. Since he has never written again, I am sure he was arrested later. I don't know which of the two was most at fault for what you call stubbornness, but I believe the explosion had more to do with the arrests than any action of theirs." "And I was the cause of that," wailed Katherine.
Punching Lefty playfully in the ribs he passed his hands behind that person's back. Not finding the lost head-gear he laughed and, tripping Lefty up, fell with him and, reaching up on the table for his glass, poured the contents down Lefty's back and arose. "Yu son-of-a-gun!" indignantly wailed that unfortunate.
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