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"Yes, but there are likely to be a few of them hanging about there, also," said Chester. "That's so, too," agreed Hal. "Well, I'll tell you what: You sneak back there and investigate, and I'll stay here and guard this end, in case one of them tries to get in." Slowly Chester crawled away. Reaching the opposite end of the cave, he cautiously poked his head out and looked around.
The pretty daughter of tio Paella poked biting fun at that wreck she had for a sister-in-law, that old hen, quite passée, poor as a rat, a mere day laborer of the meanest kind, who couldn't hang on to the man she had married! Tonet, in fact, as in earlier days, was again following Dolores around like an obedient dog, sitting up when he was told to sit up, and charging when he was told to charge.
'Poked away in an attic, was Dolores's dreamy thought; while her aunt added, to a tall, thin woman, who came out with a lamp in her hand 'She is so tired that she had better go to bed directly, Mrs. Halfpenny. You will make her comfortable, and don't let her be disturbed in the morning till she has had her sleep out.
For an hour or two he indulged in the fitful slumber usually engendered by night travelling. At the frontier he sat up and answered the stereotyped questions. Herr Selingman, in sky-blue pyjamas, and with face looking more beaming and florid than ever, poked his head cheerfully out of the lower bunk. "Awake?" he enquired. "Very much so," Norgate yawned.
She went across to the little cupboard where the coats were hung. As she poked her head into the little, dark, musty place, she could feel that her mother was still standing there, listening. The Genial Heart Ronder was never happier than when he was wishing well to all mankind. He could neither force nor falsify this emotion. If he did not feel it he did not feel it, and himself was the loser.
Some were covered with an old sack, some with a blanket, some with a dripping cloak, but all glided slowly about in the rain, with a stick in their hands, and their eyes fixed upon the ground. These phantoms were gold-hunters; and the silent company was immediately joined by our adventurers, who glided and poked like the rest.
She seemed peacefully ignorant of everything but her kissable lips, and she adorably poked at things with lazy graceful fingers, and talked the Little Language to Carson Haggerty, at which Olympia shrugged her shoulders and turned to the others. There were a Mr. and Mrs.
H. Grosvenor Shaw, M.R.C.S., medical officer to one of the asylums under the London County Council, sends me the following brief but striking story, which bears upon the subject under discussion: "Four men were playing whist. The man dealing stopped to drink, and whilst drinking the man next to him poked him in the side, telling him to hurry up.
And of all that friendship, and very deep-rooted it must have been, for I cannot speak of it without three, four, five nothing is left but old memories to be poked over like dead ashes."
And, after a number of other suggestions had been poked at her with a view to adding to her comfort, she turned to me and in a quaint, confidential way, with the gentle voice of a habitual martyr, and at the same time a twinkle of humor in her eye, she said "They think, you know, I don't know anything."
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