She had interminably
turned upon her tracks, she had crossed and recrossed her haphazard path till it resembled nothing so much as a puzzling maze of pencilled lines without a meaning.
They had never, I think, wanted to do so many things for their poor protectress; I mean--though they got their lessons better and better, which was naturally what would please her most-- in the way of diverting, entertaining, surprising her; reading her passages, telling her stories, acting her charades, pouncing out at her, in disguises, as animals and historical characters, and above all astonishing her by the "pieces" they had secretly got by heart and could interminably
And, in the meantime, Van Tromp ran on interminably
I have a dim memory of the foot of a Martian coming down within a score of yards of my head, driving straight into the loose gravel, whirling it this way and that and lifting again; of a long suspense, and then of the four carry- ing the debris of their comrade between them, now clear and then presently faint through a veil of smoke, receding interminably
, as it seemed to me, across a vast space of river and meadow.
At the card-table the whist went on interminably
. Lady Lundie, Sir Patrick, and the surgeon, were all inveterate players, evenly matched.
FROM the inertness, or what we may term the vegetative character, of his ordinary mood, Clifford would perhaps have been content to spend one day after another, interminably
,--or, at least, throughout the summer-time,--in just the kind of life described in the preceding pages.
It began to move slowly, interminably
. Then something soft and warm and moist passed across my hand.
he discoursed on finance and Russian politics, and though, at times, the General made feints to contradict him, he did so humbly, and as though wishing not wholly to lose sight of his own dignity.
In a tall hat and a well-to-do dark blue overcoat he allowed himself to be button-holed in the hall by Therese who would talk to him interminably
with downcast eyes.
Then there was a black-eyed restaurant waiter who was a theosophist, a union baker who was an agnostic, an old man who baffled all of them with the strange philosophy that WHAT IS IS RIGHT, and another old man who discoursed interminably
about the cosmos and the father-atom and the mother-atom.
To till the soil and labour interminably
was all he asked of life and the powers that be.
He cried and cried interminably
, and every fresh wail was greeted by bursts of laughter on the part of the man-animals.