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Updated: June 18, 2025
A white wool shawl was thrown over the gray head and fell in long, filmy waves about her thin figure. Her deep-sunken eyes were exaggerated in the dim light of lantern and candle. She smiled wanly. He stopped short at the apparition; a queer shiver of superstitious fear shook him. The white form of Death suddenly and noiselessly appearing from the darkness could not have been more uncanny.
Ruth inquired as she dismounted and sat on the edge of the porch close to the girl. Hagar smiled wanly and rubbed her eyes vigorously with the back of her free hand, meanwhile looking sidelong at Ruth. "Why, I reckon not," she answered hesitatingly, "that is, not cryin' regular.
Just what she meant to do she did not know, but somehow she must save her husband and herself from evil. She hurried to the Willard Hotel and watched, walking up and down the opposite sidewalk. A woman brushed by her and looked her in the face. "Hell! I thought you was a man," she said. "Is this a new gag?" Mrs. Cresswell looked down at herself involuntarily and smiled wanly.
"No," he answered, after an instant. "Not that I know of." "And yet" she smiled wanly again "you have not lived, or made the place you hold in the underworld, without having heard of Silver Mag." "You!" exclaimed Jimmie Dale. "You Silver Mag!"
Claire smiled wanly. "It was very good of you to take all that trouble, I'm sure, Mrs. Finnegan!" "Oh, bother my trouble!" Mrs. Finnegan responded. "I just knew how crazy I'd be about a box. I guess we women are all alike, Miss Robson. Anyway, your mother and I are!" Mrs. Finnegan bent over her task again with a quick exasperated movement, and Claire passed on.
She was regarding Harboro wanly. "You shouldn't have come back," she said. She had not moved. "I didn't go away," said Harboro. Her features went all awry. "You mean " "I've spent the day in the guest-chamber. I had to find out. I had to make sure." "Oh, Harboro!" she moaned; and then with an almost ludicrously swift return to habitual, petty concerns: "You've had no food all day."
We don't dare wait much longer." "All right but I have a feeling that this isn't right. Something is going to go wrong." "I hope you don't have precognition." Kennon smiled. "I've checked everything. The ship is as good as she'll ever be. There's nothing more that we can do." "There's one consolation," Copper said wanly. "At we'll die together." "There's a better chance that we'll live together."
She was drying her eyes with her handkerchief. Her brows knit, she bent her head for an instant, and then stared at him in bewilderment and unbelief, and her lips trembled. "You don't mean my friend my beautiful one! not the one who picked me up out of the dirt " She choked and her slender frame shook and then she smiled wanly and ended with the tears coursing down her cheeks.
Once more I recognised with a shock that I did not know my Adrian. I used to think one could blow the thistledown fellow about whithersoever one pleased. Of the two, Doria seemed to have unquestionably the stronger will-power. "Surely," said I, "you can twist him round your little finger." Doria sighed again and a wanly indulgent smile played about her lips.
"No," answered Harry, smiling rather wanly upon him; "I am as sound as ever I was, thank God! But you have only arrived in the very nick of time, Umu. In another five minutes you would have been too late, my good and trusty friend. How did you know where I was, and what was happening?"
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