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I smile vacuously. I shuffled, smiling vacuously and clutching the type-script of The Girl who Waited, to the O.P. corner. I caught the eye of a tall lady in salmon-pink, and said "Good evening" huskily my voice is always husky behind the scenes: elsewhere it is like some beautiful bell. A piercing whisper of "Sh-h-h-!" came from somewhere close at hand.
Sobs rumbled up through him, the terrific sobs that men weep. "You married a rotter, Loo that couldn't even live decent with his old man. He died like a dog alone." "'Sh-h-h, Charley! Just because he's dead don't mean he was any better while he lived." "I'll make it up to you, girl, for the rotter I am. I'm a rich man now, Loo." "'Sh-h-h!" "I'll show you, girl.
I keep telling myself I'm a silly What's three weeks? But when it means separation from the sweetest, dearest " "'Sh-h-h, Angel darling! There's the last blast, and your father's angry. See him beckoning! The company's been on board twenty minutes already. Look there's the sailors lined up at the gangplank Bleema " "Promise me, Lester " "I do! I do promise! Anything!
And we stayed there, gettin' powerful as anything, and kind of confidential, too, till finally he felt called upon to explain his business with this man Johnson. He took me into a back room to do it. "'Mr. Scraggs, says he, 'there's things betwixt Heaven and Earth that ain't dreamt of on your velocipede, Horatio. "'Ya-a-as, says I. "'Sh-h-h, says he, 'not so loud.
They threaded their way through a maze of carts and circus paraphernalia, out to the edge of the grounds; past a line of small tents, used as the encampment of the performers, to a grove of maple trees skirting the field. "I say, Tim, what's up, anyway?" inquired Joe Warren presently. "You needn't think you can fool me " "Sh-h-h," warned Tim, turning and raising a hand to silence his companion.
"Welcome back to school," she said, "back into the hungry army of youth!... Sh-h-h!" Again the music had begun. And sitting by her side he wondered whether it was because she knew that Laura's affair had made him feel old that Deborah had brought him here. They went to Edith's for supper. The Cunninghams' apartment was on the west side, well uptown.
A laugh bubbled to her lips before the tear was dry. "In three months I won't be a T.B., not even a little bit." "Sh-h-h! On the farm we wasn't allowed to say even that. We wasn't supposed to even know what them letters mean." "Don't you know what they mean, Eddie?" "Sure I do!" He leaned toward her and placed his hand lightly over hers. "T.B. True Blue that's what they mean, little lady."
The figure dropped noiselessly to the floor inside the room, and cried, in a strange voice: "Lock those doors! Quick!" Finding that it was no hallucination, Speed rose, calling out: "Who are you?" "Sh-h-h!" The stranger darted across the room and bolted both doors, while the other felt a chill of apprehension at these sinister precautions. He grasped his revolver firmly while his heart thumped.
"Sh-h-h," whispered Lord Hastings. "Here he comes." The small boat scraped the side of the U-16 at this juncture. A man in the full uniform of a German lieutenant commander stepped aboard. Lord Hastings advanced to meet him with extended hand. Jack and Frank followed their commander closely. "I am Captain Bernstorff," said Lord Hastings quietly, "and you?"
Suddenly he jerked himself erect. "Sh-h-h!" he whispered. "Keep cool, Nat! Don't show any excitement or fear. Here comes the man who is to kill you!" He made no move save with his eyes. "He is coming to speak with me and to get a good look at you," he added in excited haste. "Appear friendly. Agree with what I say. He is the chief of sheriffs, the king's murderer Arbor Croche!"
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