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Eh?" she cried out, sharply, turning to Viola. "I did not speak, mother." A look of awe came to Rachel's eyes. "I was sure I heard " she began, and then, after a short pause, laughed throatily. "I guess it was the wind. Come in. I want to lock the door." Viola was a long time in going to sleep.
"Daisy, that's terrific," Fay applauded, going up to her. She bumped him aside with a swing of her hips, continuing to advance. "Not you, Ratty," she said throatily. "I vant a real man." "Fay, I suggested Vina Vidarsson's face for the beauty mask," Gusterson said, walking around his wife and shaking a finger. "Don't tell me Trix just happened to think of that too."
No beating about the bush, Barry. I want the truth and nothing else." Barry raised himself on one elbow and peered at his host. "What are you driving at, Jack?" he demanded, throatily. "Are you mixed up with him in this stock-running business?" "Well, that's a hell of a question to ask a " "It's easy to answer. Are you?"
Hearing his footsteps ascending, Jane emerged from the rear of the landing; simultaneously, his mother and Elizabeth appeared at the door of the latter's room. He had the feeling of a captured missionary running the gantlet of a forest of spears en route to a grill over a bed of coals. "Donald dear," Elizabeth called throatily, "come here." "Donald dear is going to bed," he retorted savagely.
To write the agony with which he throatily confessed it! to be swept into the maelstrom of literary journalism, to be en rapport with the unslumbering forces of Fleet Street those were the real objectives of James Orlebar Cloyster. "Of course, I mean," he said, "I suppose it would be a bit of a struggle at first, if you see what I mean. What I mean to say is, rejected manuscripts, and so on.
More spears and knives flew. "Bron!" cried the Lady Fani, throatily. He thought she had an exit for him. He sprang to her side. "I ... I didn't want you to come," she wept. There was a singular pause in the clangings and clashings of weapons on the floor. For a second the noises continued. Then they stopped. Then one man popped up and hurled a knife. The clang of its fall was a very lonely one.
Urga got up groggily, feeling gingerly the tender point of his jaw. There was unfathomable hatred in his lidless eyes. The Viceroy chuckled throatily. "I never thought, Cor Urga, to have seen a puny Earthman, a mere midget, overcome a Mercutian. Especially you, a winner of the prize of strength three times running in the arenas." Urga flushed darkly.
"You brute!" she cried, with the courage of the cornered thing, the courage of the prisoner bound to the stake for torture. "You brute!" She could hear him chuckle throatily. "You don't know me I'm Big Aleck, general of the Soviet brothers in this county." He juggled phrases he never had understood. "You ought to hang!" she panted. "You will hang, some day."
It was shrilling in a thin scream of terrific speed, a speed that should have torn its windings to fragments under the lash of centrifugal force. Contentedly it said throatily. "Settled." The galvanometer spoke again in its peculiar harsh voice. "Therefore, move." Abruptly, without apparent reason, the stubborn relay clicked open.
When the dashing and intrepid sheriff had, after many trials, won his lady love, the ballad singer again obliged throatily, and then from his coop in the little gallery the lantern man made an announcement, in large, flickering letters, of a film depicting William Shakespeare's play, "Macbeth." Thereupon scene succeeded scene, unfolding the tragic tale.
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