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"Ye-es. The window's too high." "Try a drawing-room chair." "No, I don't like the drawing-room so much. The beam has been match-boarded. It would have been so beautiful otherwise. "Helen, what a memory you have for some things! You're perfectly right. It's a room that men have spoilt through trying to make it nice for women. Men don't know what we want " "And never will." "I don't agree.

And won't it just spoil their sport at the meeting!" "Tell us what it is, man," cried all the others eagerly. "Well, you know the water-butt at the back of Thomas's house. Well, you can reach the windows of the chamber by standing on the butt. The window's not hard to open, for I've often seen Alice throw it up; and I'm sure it's not fastened.

With a spring he caught at the window's upright bars; his cap flew off and he hung bare-headed, the sun behind him, gazing into the cell. On his knees was an old man whose long white hair lay in matted locks upon his shoulders, and whose beard fell far below his girdle. The skin of his face was like grey parchment, and his deep-set eyes glowed strangely in their hollow cavities.

Oh, let me ask this: Has this er office of yours got a good front window?" "Front window! What in time ? Yes, I guess likely the front window's all right. But what does a lawyer want of a front window?" "To look out of. About all a young lawyer does is look out of the window. Now about a boarding-place?" Captain Obed had been waiting for this question.

Even as the astonished eyes of the group followed Lad window-ward, those same eyes were attracted by a partial darkening of the open space at the window's top. Into the room, through the narrow aperture wiggled a hairy form, moving with eel-like speed. Thence, it leaped to the floor.

"Put me out doors," gasped the poor little sufferer, when she could speak at all. "I can't breave if the window's ever so up. Get me nearer to the moon. Then I can breave!" "It's so dreadful!" sobbed Susy. "I feel real sure she's going to die this time." "O, no, I don't think she will," said Prudy, shaking the tears off her eyelashes.

After this escape, I was content to take a foggy view of the Inn through the window's encrusting dirt, and to stand dolefully looking out, saying to myself that London was decidedly overrated. Mr.

I 'll tell you: my Olmer doctor that 's an impudent fellow who rode by staring into my carriage. The window's down. He could see without pushing his hat in. Weyburn looked out after a man cantering on. 'A Mr. Morsfield, he said. 'I thought it was he when I saw him go by. I've met him at the fencing-rooms. He 's one of the violent fencers, good for making his point, if one funks an attack.

He sat up hugging his knees and looking straight before him for some time after this, and Marco did not interrupt his meditations. The day was a brilliant one, and, though their attic had only one window, the sun shone in through it as they ate their breakfast. After it, they leaned on the window's ledge and talked about the Prince's garden.

Put it so that any one sitting will see the lawn." Margaret moved a chair. Helen sat down in it. "Ye es. The window's too high." "Try a drawing-room chair." "No, I don't like the drawing-room so much. The beam has been match-boarded. It would have been so beautiful otherwise." "Helen, what a memory you have for some things! You're perfectly right.

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