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Here was the place where he spent his leisure hours, where he unbent and became his normal self. It were indeed strange if I failed to gain some concept of his character. I leaned against a window-casing, and surveyed the room with much interest.

Overhead, in the dimming, violet arch of the sky, one or two faint stars were beginning to twinkle. "Play to life's end this wicked witless game And you will win what knaves and fools call Fame!" repeated the general, leaning out from the stone work of the window-casing in order to catch the cool air of the court.

Looks as though it was going to begin right here and now. See there! The dance is on, boys; there they come; they will try it on foot this time." He tested his rifle, resting one knee on the seat; Moylan pushed the barrel of his Winchester out through the ragged hole in the back of the coach, and the little Mexican lay flat, his eyes on the level with the window-casing.

Then, standing on the sill and holding on by one hand to the window-casing, I directed him to slip his feet down within reach, and, after securing a good hold, I jumped inside and dragged him in by his heels. This finished scootcher-scrambling for the night and frightened us into bed.

Madame went to the window; madame stared far below the balcony at the broad river which lay smooth and white in the morning sunshine; madame drummed on the window-casing. "It is a mare's nest," she replied, finally. "First of all, there is D'Hérouville. True, he is in the hospital," observed Anne, "but he will shortly become an element." Madame shrugged. "There's the vicomte, for another."

He was leaning against a window-casing; not looking out, for he saw nothing, but with his face turned to the fleet of barges lying in the river; when some one spoke to him. "I guess you're thinking about that Christmas dinner, ain't you, Mr. Bannon?" "What's that?" he demanded, wheeling about. Then rallying his scattered faculties, he recognized one of the carpenters.

Here, Arethusa dropped the little book, bitterly disappointed, to look out of her window for awhile at the automobiles whirling past her down Lenox Avenue. She leaned her head against the window-casing and reviewed what she had read. After all, there was nothing to help her very much. She knew scarcely anything about the affairs of the day.

As they disappeared, Ben ran over to Pickering, and was aghast to find that the face laid against the window-casing was deathly white, and that all his shaking of the broad shoulders could not make Pickering open his eyes. "Jasper," called Ben, in despair. "Hush!" Some one came hurrying up. "Don't call Jasper; then Polly will know. Let me help." Ben looked up. "O, Charlotte! that's good.

"You have n't got the plainsman's eyes yet. Watch, now; I 'm going to stir the fellow up." He leaned forward, the stock of the Henry held to his shoulder, and she clutched the window-casing. An instant the muzzle of the rifle wavered slightly, then steadied into position. "Have to guess the distance," he muttered in explanation, and pulled the trigger.

"I have nothing to say," replied Anita, a sad, sweet smile playing over her features. "I have been too much taken up with the music to think of talking." "But, you are seldom talkative." "So brother used to tell me. He said I had lost my heart, and tongue." Redburn was drumming on the window-casing with his fingers; a sort of lonely tattoo it was. "You seemed to be much interested in the outlaw.