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But instead of moving, she looked down affectionately at her uniform and her neat brown leggings. "What a bore! I suppose I've no right to them any more." "What is your uniform?" "Women Ambulance Drivers. Don't you know the hostel in Ruby Square? I bargained with Cousin Philip after Mummy's death I should stay out my time, till I was demobbed.
Fallen from Heaven, Come from the sky." "But he didn't," whispered the robin. The Woman paused in her singing. "Didn't what?" "He didn't fall from Heaven. God's just been telling me; He never heard about him." The Woman smiled. "Never heard about him! It doesn't matter; his Mummy's heard about him." She stooped to kiss the soft little bundle, for he had commenced to stir.
They had just a glimpse of this person as he was carried forward by four men, but that glimpse was one never to be forgotten. The haggard face, with the dark skin drawn like a mummy's across the prominent bones, the lips stiff and blackened, between which the teeth shone whitely, the eyes sunken and but half closed, gave it a horrible appearance.
His little daughter was standing up there with one hand on the banisters. She scrambled on to them and came sliding down, her frock up to her eyes, and her holland knickers to her middle. Mr. Bosengate said mildly: "Well, that's elegant!" "Tea's in the summer-house. Mummy's waiting. Come on!" With her hand in his, Mr.
But glancing back again before passing out, Balder saw that the priest had vanished; and the lamp, flickering above the mummy's dry features, wrought them into a shadowy semblance of emotion. Manetho neither sank through the granite floor, nor ascended in the smoke of the lamp.
I think it was to cure me of something the matter with my heart." "Polly," said Mr. Marvin, "I never knew you had dreams like this. But are you sure they said it would cure your heart? Wasn't it for some other reason?" Pauline thought a moment, while Harry lit a cigarette and his father worked his fingers down toward the mummy's right wrist. "No," said Pauline, "I remember now.
She heard him say, quietly: "Mummy's fast asleep," and smiled again as she felt that he was running through the unbarred door shrieking and laughing in the delight of the soft air, the dancing sea, the kindly sun. She knew that he had not washed his face, and worried a little about it, and then smiled again. His voice grew fainter. She tried to lift her hand to fold her letter.
Baranhov, looking like a monkey with a mummy's head in which only a pair of incomparably shrewd eyes still lived, his black wig fastened on his bald, red-fringed pate with a silk handkerchief tied under his chin, stood, hands on hips, shaking with excitement and delight.
Mademoiselle, who, it was well known, never accepted any invitations, hesitated for the first time and was lost. "If I came just for that one evening then, Gwen, you would not press me to stay longer?" "Bless you, no!" declared Gwen. "I'll drive you to the station myself in Mummy's car to catch the first train next morning, if you'll come. And I'll make Reggie come too.
It seemed to meet with the child's approval, for he came trustfully towards the strangers. "Mummy's sick," he informed them, gazing smilingly up into the white man's face. "The Injuns is all asleep. Pop's all gone away. So's Uncle Cy. Gone long time. There's An-ina and me. That's all. I likes An-ina only hers always wash me." The whole story of the post was told.
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