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"Then there is a way sst!" he was suddenly silent and pointing toward the base of the wall at the end of the room. Turan looked in the direction the other's forefinger indicated, to see projecting from the mouth of an ulsio's burrow two large chelae and a pair of protruding eyes. "Ghek!" he cried and immediately the hideous kaldane crawled out upon the floor and approached the table.
At last he heard sounds as of advancing steps. Bolts were drawn heavily back; the trap-door was raised, and a face peered down; a brownish face with a small black moustache and a smooth skin stretched tightly over fat. A glimmer of light struggled with the darkness. "Chi c'è?" said a harsh voice, whispering. "Sst! son'io." Henry thought this the best answer.
After indulging in a second ice cream soda the submarine boys started down the street toward the Farnum shipyard where the Pollard boats were built. As they passed a street corner they heard a cautious: "Hss sst!" "Now, who threw that our way?" demanded the irrepressible Eph, turning swiftly.
"We'll run them down." As they emerged into Broadway and turned north to reach the subway at Fulton Street, Dean, with a warning "sst," suddenly caught Jane's arm and drew her to a shop window, where he appeared to be pointing out some goods displayed there. As he did so he whispered: "Don't say a word and don't turn around, but watch the people passing, in this mirror here quick, now, look."
" Half broiled spring chicken-seventy-five. Sirloin steak with mushrooms-one twenty-five." She had dimly heard of these things, but it seemed strange to be called to order from the list. " I'll fix this," exclaimed Drouet. " Sst! waiter." That officer of the board, a full-chested, round-faced negro, approached, and inclined his ear. " Sirloin with mushrooms," said Drouet. " Stuffed tomatoes."
She has it, she got it, Wherever she put it, The leg of the duck. STEPHEN: Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia. Come here till I tell you. Maidenhead inside. Sst! Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence. Did you, says I. That's not for you to say, says I. You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The likes of her! Stag that one is!
From head to foot a sudden warm sense of satisfaction glowed through him, a throb of pride, a puffiness of the chest. "Ha!" he gloated. Then interruptingly from outside the window he heard the click of chairs hitching a bit nearer together. "Sst!" whispered one voice. "Who's the freak in the 1830 clothes?" "Why, that? Why, that's the little Edgarton girl," piped the other voice cautiously.
She had dimly heard of these things, but it seemed strange to be called to order from the list. "I'll fix this," exclaimed Drouet. "Sst! waiter." That officer of the board, a full-chested, round-faced negro, approached, and inclined his ear. "Sirloin with mushrooms," said Drouet. "Stuffed tomatoes." "Yassah," assented the negro, nodding his head. "Hashed brown potatoes." "Yassah." "Asparagus."
Sometimes it was a plan so much bigger that if they had kept it to themselves, like the darkey's cow, they would have "all swole up and died." "Sst! Come here once. Tell you sumpum. Now don't you go and blab it out, now will you? Hope to die? Well.... Now, no kiddin'. Cross your heart? Well.... Ah, you will, too. I know you. You go and tattle everything you hear.... Well.... Cheese it!
The light "whoosh, sst whoosh" of the dipping paddles, the occasional rattle of a handle on a gunwale, formed a blending background against which his low words were distinguishable only to the girl beside him. She looked long into his upturned face. The wistfulness sat heavy upon it. The youthfulness of this dashing trapper of the posts and settlements came out plain in the starlight.
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