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The indescribable deluge! But, after all, the worst of anything of that sort is the moment before it begins. A plunge-bath, a tooth-pulling, an amputation, and a dress-party are all worse in anticipation than in the moment of infliction. Julia, as she stood busily sticking a pin in the window-sash, waiting for her mother to begin, wished that the storm might burst, and be done with it. But Mrs.
At the sound of the door Ann Veronica uncovered a tearless face, and with one swift movement assumed a conversational attitude. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. "You see," said Ann Veronica, staring before her at the window-sash, "that's the form my question takes at the present time." Capes had not quite the same power of recovery.
How many sighs must have been echoed from these walls, how many sleepless nights must he have passed during those two long years in anxious expectation of the future! The guide who took us round the castle maintained that the floor was more worn on this spot than any where else, and that the window-sash had been hollowed by the elbow of the miserable king; but I could not perceive any difference.
Having entered the total, he looked up again, laid down his pen, frowned with annoyance, and picked up an old pair of field-glasses that stood ready to hand on the sill of his desk beside the ink-well. He glanced at the clock on his chimney-piece before throwing up the window-sash.
He knew it had come nearer, but how could he tell her what that meant? "It is a battle is it not?" she asked again. "Yes, a battle." She said nothing more, but stood leaning along the wall, her white forehead pressed against the edge of the raised window-sash.
Pride won't be taught wisdom in any other fashion. But one must have the courage to do it!" De Craye trifled with the window-sash, to give his words time to sink in solution. Who but Willoughby stood for Pride? And who, swayed by languor, had dreamed of a method that would be surest and swiftest to teach him the wisdom of surrendering her?
Then she put a dark shawl over her head, and fastened it under her chin. Her white face shone out from it like the moon from a dark cloud. "Follow me, Poldie," she said, and putting out the candles, went to the window. He obeyed without question, carrying the loaf she had put into his hands. The window-sash rested on a little door; she opened it, and stepped on the balcony.
She turned the key, and had actually thrown up the window-sash, when her own words crossed her mind her claim to veracity. No she would keep a clear conscience, come what might. She glanced up the Court, and saw Micky coming through the arch; then closed the window, and took an old leather purse from the drawer of the looking-glass Mr. Bartlett's men had not broken.
In the afternoon, as I was looking out of the parlour window, which was open, a grand trap, driven by a lady, with a gentleman seated by the side of her, stopped at our door. Not wishing to be seen, I withdrew my head very quickly, knocking the back of it violently against the sharp edge of the window-sash. I was nearly stunned.
Up above the lower window-sash here with the Prodigal Son in stained glass, and very thoughtful of the architect, too " "It isn't stained glass," the child corrected; "it's what they call a transparency." "I hope you're mistaken. . . . I must try it from the outside before I let 'Bias undress here.
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