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It seemed very possible that flags were waving over the houses. "We have arrived!" said Werner gayly when the carriage stopped, and he jumped out easily. But with Yanson it was a rather slow affair: silently and very drowsily he resisted and would not come out. He seized the knob. The gendarme opened the weak fingers and pulled his hand away.
I did so not a moment too soon. A slight sound caught my ear and I looked up to see the valet already halfway into the room. His tread was so soft I never would have heard him. "I don't think I'll wait any longer," I remarked, rising and stretching slightly, as though I had been seated all the time. "I'll ring up a little later; perhaps come back after I get in touch with Mr. Werner."
Werner removed his hat and twirled it in his hand. Twice he cleared his throat before he could bring himself to speak. "We've been sent sent by the general body of workmen " "The bohunks, you mean," drawled Torrance with deliberate insult. "Drop the gush, Lefty. What do you want? . . . And you won't get it." Werner turned anxious eyes on his two stolid friends for moral support.
WERNER. A ring-plain, 45 miles in diameter, with a massive rampart crowned by peaks almost as lofty as any on that of Aliacensis, and with terraces fully as conspicuous. It has a magnificent central mountain, 4500 feet high. At the foot of the N.E. wall Madler observed a small area, which he describes as rivalling the central peak of Aristarchus in brilliancy.
"You may bring an action against me," said the executioner. "Now, sir, if you please. We are wasting time. The forefinger of your left hand, if I may trouble you. Thank you. I am obliged." He took Arnold's left hand, and dipped the tip of the first finger into the oil. "Ow!" cried Arnold, jumping. "Don't let him see he's hurting you," whispered Werner Stauffacher. "Pretend you don't notice it."
It fixed in his cheek and jaw, wringing an awful breath of pain from him as he fell against the wall. 'There's a lesson for you not to cross me, children! said Werner, striding his stumpy legs up and down the crashing board, and puffing his monstrous girth of chest and midriff. 'Let him stop there awhile, to show what comes of thwarting Werner! Fire-devils! before the baroness, too!
"Who shall I say was here, sah?" the boy asked, with just a trace of darky dialect. Above all I didn't want to alarm Werner. I could not repeat the explanation I had allowed the attendant downstairs to assume from my remark, that I was a friend who had been out with the director the night before.
Ma Werner straightened painfully and her over-flushed face took on a purplish tinge. She wiped her moist chin with an apron-corner. As Buzz espied her his gait became a swagger. At sight of that swagger Ma knew. She dropped her spade and plodded heavily through the freshly turned earth to the back porch as Buzz turned in at the walk.
Although he was of moderate build, with a fair suggestion of flesh, there were yet the marks of the artist and of the creative temperament in the fine sloping contours of his head and in his remarkably long fingers, which tapered to nails manicured immaculately. Kennedy seemed to pay particular attention to his eyes, which were dark, soft, and amazingly restless. "Who was in the cast, Mr. Werner?
Werner caught the fatalistic spirit, gave it concise and logical form, and succeeded in producing a play which has both atmosphere and logic of development. In all of these plays, in so far as they are good, the effect is produced by the recognition scenes which hold the reader rapt to the end.
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