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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Miss Brown never puts 'q' instead of 'a', or gets chapter titles on one side; and she knows how to make the loveliest curlicues under her headings. Nobody will ever want me to come back," the poor girl wailed.
And it had come to her so newly, so overwhelmingly, with a face so grave, a touch so startling, that she had stood there petrified, humbled at the first look of its eyes, recognizing that what she had once taken for love was merely pleasure and spring-time, and the flavour of youth. "But how was I to know? And now it's too late!" she wailed.
It was then seen that a bullet had grazed Stacy's cheek, leaving a raw streak across it. Professor Zepplin, now mindful of his duty, had hurried up to them, and down on his knees was examining the wound critically. "Hm -m -m!" he muttered. "Bad business, bad business!" "But -what does it mean?" urged Walter. "What does it mean? It means that the Germans have got us," wailed Stacy Drown.
"Ein Packet... a-a-ach," wailed Ulrica, rising, her hands trembling, her great eyes radiant. Fraulein sent her off with Solomon to superintend the signing and payments and give help with the unpacking. "The little heiress," she said devoutly, with her wide smile as she returned from the door. "Oh..." said Miriam politely.
"In the heat of midday!... in the vale!... of Dagestan!... With lead in my breast!..." "Your excellency!" she wailed suddenly with a heart-rending scream and a flood of tears, "protect the orphans! You have been their father's guest... one may say aristocratic...." She started, regaining consciousness, and gazed at all with a sort of terror, but at once recognised Sonia.
She soon fell upon the floor, uttering awful cries, similar to those we had often heard emanating from instruments groaning under the pressure of some hidden abomination in the assembly. She plucked out entire handfuls of her hair, and wailed and shrieked like one subjected to all the conceived agonies of hell.
Chippy shrieked. "Let him try!" Master Robin scoffed. He was sorry that Mr. Chippy did not hear him. But that distracted little person had already hurried off to warn somebody else. It was no time at all before Rusty Wren's wife gave a piercing scream. "That fat Robin boy he'll be caught!" she wailed. Now, it made Master Robin very angry to be spoken of in such a way as that.
He was wondering if by any chance Stampa might be mistaken. Bower stood somewhat apart, seemingly engaged in the same engrossing task. The wind was not quite so fierce as during its first onset. It blew in gusts. No longer screaming in a shrill and sustained note, it wailed fitfully. Stampa lurched unevenly close to Bower.
One of the Huns would have saved himself when he saw King Etzel go out with Dietrich, but the fiddler smote him such a blow that his head fell down at Etzel's feet. When the king of the land was gone out from the house, he turned and looked at Folker. "Woe is me for such guests! It is a hard and bitter thing that all my knights fall dead before them! Alack! this hightide!" wailed the great king.
Breathless, frantic, they felt their way along the walls, groping blindly for the elusive cellar door. At length Joyce's hand struck a knob. "Here it is!" she breathed. They pulled open the door and plunged through it, only to find themselves in some sort of a closet, groping among musty clothes that were hanging there. "Oh it isn't, it isn't!" wailed Cynthia.
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