Harvey could have sworn that a bright sun was shining upon his lifted face; but the
drawl went on: "Sa-ay!
It was Nutty speaking now, and it was impossible for Bill not to hear what he said, for Nutty had abandoned his customary
drawl in favour of a high, excited tone.
He was a tall, lean, slack-jointed individual, and his walk, like his talk, was a smooth and languid
drawl.
The voices went on--Tonie's slow, Acadian
drawl, Robert's quick, soft, smooth French.
"Ah, NO!" she returned, almost with the full privilege of childish inconsequence, resentfully, though with a long sweetness in her little
drawl of the negative.
"Dinner won't be ready for another ten minutes," she said, in her slow
drawl. "Won't you have an egg beaten up in a glass of milk while you're waiting?"
'Ye-e-es,' replied Bella, with a
drawl of indifference.
Similarly, during two or three hours of
drawl, and the winnowing of many bushels of words, Madame Defarge's frequent expressions of impatience were taken up, with marvellous quickness, at a distance: the more readily, because certain men who had by some wonderful exercise of agility climbed up the external architecture to look in from the windows, knew Madame Defarge well, and acted as a telegraph between her and the crowd outside the building.
Well may the court be dim, with wasting candles here and there; well may the fog hang heavy in it, as if it would never get out; well may the stained-glass windows lose their colour and admit no light of day into the place; well may the uninitiated from the streets, who peep in through the glass panes in the door, be deterred from entrance by its owlish aspect and by the
drawl, languidly echoing to the roof from the padded dais where the Lord High Chancellor looks into the lantern that has no light in it and where the attendant wigs are all stuck in a fog-bank!
"Ke..." Zaletaev, brought out with effort: "ke-e-e-e," he
drawled, laboriously pursing his lips, "le-trip-ta-la-de-bu-de-ba, e de-tra-va-ga-la " he sang.
The man's swum off,"
drawled out Hollis from the locker.
"What ma-a-de me was that I wanted to leave my original job," I
drawled more than he, hardly able to control myself.