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And Gertie was interested. Obviously. She was all of eighteen to-night. She frowned slightly as she turned on the piano-stool at Carl's entrance, and mechanically: "This is a pleasant surprise." Then, enthusiastically: "Isn't it too bad that Dr. Doyle was out of town, or I would have invited him to my party, and he would have given us some of his lovely songs.... Do try the second verse, doctor.
Anthony asked, with languor, lounging in. "Hush-sh-sh!" said Adrian, intent upon his manuscript, waving an admonitory hand. "It's time to dress," said Anthony. He lighted a cigarette. Adrian strummed through his phrase again, brows knitted, looking intensely judicial. Then he swung round on his piano-stool. "Hey? What did you say?" he questioned, his blue eyes vague, his pink face blank.
Bud squirmed in his chair at his chance to show the sincerity that he knew was required of him. "Tell you the truth, Miss Ileen," he said, earnestly, "you ain't got much more voice than a weasel just a little squeak, you know. Of course, we all like to hear you sing, for it's kind of sweet and soothin' after all, and you look most as mighty well sittin' on the piano-stool as you do faced around.
Grace Mary, take this easy lounge; it suits your yielding nature. Elizabeth" Beth, who was perched on the piano-stool, looked up calmly at the clouds through the window opposite. "Elizabeth," he repeated sharply. Beth made no sign. "Beth, answer your uncle directly," Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed. "He has not yet addressed me," Beth rejoined, in the manner of Uncle James.
His passion came near choking him, and, to conceal his impetuous emotion, he flung himself down on the piano-stool, and struck some introductory chords with perhaps a little superfluous emphasis. Suddenly his voice burst out into the Swedish national anthem, "Our Land, our Land, our Fatherland," and the air shook and palpitated with strong martial melody.
So I came to the piano, and played the theme high up in the treble, while Diaz was still sitting on the piano-stool. I trembled even to touch the piano in his presence; but I did it. 'You have guessed right, he said; and then he asked me in a casual tone: 'Do you ever play pianoforte duets? 'Often, I replied unsuspectingly, 'with my aunt.
There was a sudden stir among the Chilean stewards, whose wits were sharpened sufficiently to render the captain's statement quite clear to them. Isobel uttered a little sob of terror, and Mrs. Somerville gasped audibly, "Oh, my poor children!" Elsie, her lips parted, sat forward on the piano-stool. Her senses seemed to have become intensified all at once.
Lucille, meanwhile, sat on the piano-stool and played snatches of "The Long, Long Trail," and the men, Lucille's negligible one and Marjorie's Mr. Logan, made themselves very useful in the way of getting plates and arranging piles of crackers.
Brackett had gone abroad, he stole into the parlor, perched on the piano-stool, and, like a second Columbus, began to discover things which other people have to be shown. The joy of his soul had to find expression, as often afterward the sorrow of it.
"Will you forgive me, my dear Betty, for remarking that for the last twenty minutes you have done all the talking?" "Is he badly hurt?" She ignored my playful rejoinder. I noted the fact. Usually she was quick to play Beatrice to my Benedick. Had I caught her off her guard? I told her all that I knew. She seated herself again on the piano-stool. "I hope Mrs.
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