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He imagined that paper effigy of inanimate clay moved, turned its dull head to regard him. "I'm getting old," he told himself contemptuously, repressing an involuntary start of surprise. His heart rested like a lump of lead in his breast; it oppressed him so that his breathing grew labored. His mind returned to Meta Beggs: coldness like hers was not natural, it was not right.
It's Lhari, but if you know that much, you know it won't hurt you." She came and inspected the needle in his wrist, and Bart caught her hand with his free one. "Meta, does anyone else know?" She looked down with a troubled smile. "I don't think so. I was off watch, waiting for cold-sleep we're just about to make the long jump when Vorongil came to my quarters. I was startled almost out of my wits.
"At least," said Meta, laughing; "she is a living instance that every one is not eaten up, and we shall see if she fulfils Tom's prediction of being tattooed, or of having a slice out of the fattest part of her cheek." "I know very well," said Ethel, "the worst she said it would be, the more you would go." "Not quite that," said Meta, blushing, and looking down.
I could learn nothing of its sources; they rise, I believe, with those of the Tomo, in the plains that extend to the south of Casimena. Fugitive Indians of Santa Rosalia de Cabapuna, a village situate on the banks of the Meta, have arrived even recently, by the Rio Vichada, at the cataract of Maypures; which sufficiently proves that the sources of this river are not very distant from the Meta.
The season had been spent in the same whirl that had, last year, been almost beyond human power, even when stimulated by enjoyment and success; and now, when her spirits were lowered, and her health weakened, Meta had watched and trembled for her, though never able to obtain an avowal that it was an overstrain, and while treated most affectionately, never admitted within her barrier of reserve.
I remember; that is right. But there are some very pretty copies from Prout here." While he was seeking them, Meta contrived to whisper, "If you could persuade him to go indoors this confusion of people is so bad for him, and I must not come away. I was in hopes of Dr. May, but he is with the little ones."
Up to this point Niebeldingk had striven to regard the whole business in a humorous light. It now began It now began to promise serious annoyance. He told the story at his club and the men laughed boisterously, but no one knew anything to the detriment of Miss Meta. She had been introduced by a lady who played small parts at a large theatre and important parts at a small one.
Lady Arabel and Sarah Brown crossed the road to the church, Richard following a few yards behind. "I'm afraid my little dinner-party wasn't a great success," said Lady Arabel confidentially. "Rrchud and Angela didn't get that good talk on occult subjects as Meta Ford said they would.
Come if you will. If you come not, I care not. 'Say that I gave you no reply, were Basil's blunt words, as he walked on past the ass and the mules. They passed beneath the walls of the amphitheatre and by Constantine's triumphal arch. Like all the innumerable fountains of the city, the Meta Sudans stood dry; around the base of the rayed colossus of Apollo, goats were browsing.
Much the same effect, on a less vivid scale, is produced in The Three Black Pennys by the presence on the Pennsylvania frontier it is almost that of Ludowika Winscombe, who has always lived at Court and who brings new fragrances, new dainty rites, into the forest; and in Mountain Blood by the presence among the Appalachian highlands of that ivory, icy meretrix Meta Beggs who plans to drive the best possible bargain for her virgin favors.
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