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In two minutes he was out of his clothes and beginning to slip into the stripes. "Here's Brad," hissed a friendly "Courtier," calling in through the flap, beyond which a dozen men and women were waiting to make the grand entree, or "tournament." Braddock came in, his cigar wallowing in the throes of a vacuous but conciliatory smile. Every one stood ready for a shocking display of profanity.
To which our alguazil made no reply, but looked at us vacantly. "Do you hear? we must have some sacate or some maize for the animals." Still no reply, only the same vacuous look, now more stolid, if possible, than before. I had observed that the Teniente's wrath was rising, and that an explosion was imminent.
Pynsent, Lord Rockminster's son, and grandson of the Dowager Lady, who was seated in state in the place of honour, gravely receiving Lady Clavering's bad grammar, and patronising the vacuous Sir Francis, whose interest in the county she was desirous to secure.
My friend looked at me once or twice, and then after a few vacuous remarks went away. I knew that in a few hours it would be all over the club that I and Viola no longer hit it off together, that in fact we were living apart, and by the evening a decree nisi would have been pronounced for us. But I didn't care what they said. Nothing mattered. No one could hurt me more than I was hurt already.
"Richard is one year and nine months older than me, mama." Mrs. Doria fought the fact by years and finally by months. Clare was too strong for her. "Singular child!" she mentally apostrophized the girl who scornfully rejected straws while drowning. "But there's the religion still!" she comforted herself, and sat down to cogitate. The men smiled and looked vacuous. Music was proposed.
She drank it voraciously to lubricate her dry throat. As she was drinking her water she heard the lonely howls of Rick's dog. Disregarding simple pleasures, which should have slid down the apertures of a being's senses and filled lonely vacuous gray matter with curiosity and awe, this dog was fixated on her. It "needed" her.
"Will you answer a question?" I asked. "Well, within reason," said he. "How did you do it? Have you searched for hidden treasure, or discovered a pole, or done time on a pirate, or flown the Channel, or what? Where is the glamour of romance? How did you get it?" He stared at me with a hopeless expression upon his vacuous, good-natured, scrubby little face.
It was coming her way, and she was anxiously forming an opinion on the essential characteristics of Wordsworth's view of immortality. Suddenly the room was startled by an audible titter from Patty, who hastily composed her face and assumed a look of vacuous innocence but too late. She had caught the instructor's eye at last.
So long as he confined himself to merely verbal remonstrance and abuse the men listened to him with the vacuous, good- humoured smile of intoxication, occasionally interrupting him with an invitation to join them in their bacchanalian orgy; but when he took what they deemed a base advantage of their good nature, by smashing the bottles and wasting the liquor that one of the revellers had incautiously revealed to him in support of the jovial invitation, their good humour suddenly evaporated, and, staggering to their feet in indignation, they would probably have done the man a serious injury had they been capable of following him up on deck, whither he precipitately fled.
At one end of the hall were ranged in a row suits of armor which at first glance looked like real knights, drawn up in company front; then the empty helmets dawned on the beholder, transforming them into mere vacuous relics.
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