Philip followed him across the passage and was shown into a room, small and
barely furnished, in which a little, thin man was standing with his back to the fireplace.
As it was I
barely escaped death within the jaws of a huge sithic.
Its physical condition is still largely a mystery, but we know now that even in its equatorial region the midday temperature
barely approaches that of our coldest winter.
The day had faded until he could
barely distinguish place for his feet.
The posterity of Marmaduke did not escape the common lot of those who depend rather on their hereditary possessions than on their own powers; and in the third generation they had descended to a point below which, in this happy country, it is
barely possible for honesty, intellect and sobriety to fall.
There came to them out of the fog--seemingly from a great distance-- the sound of a laugh, a low, deliberate, soulless laugh, which had no more of joy than that of a hyena night-prowling in the desert; a laugh that rose by slow gradation, louder and louder, clearer, more distinct and terrible, until it seemed
barely outside the narrow circle of their vision; a laugh so unnatural, so unhuman, so devilish, that it filled those hardy man-hunters with a sense of dread unspeakable!
The Owls had
barely time to pass a new resolution, namely, "That we do stand
that vast "Sea of Humors,"
barely softened by some drops of the waters from the "Gulf of Dew!" Clouds, rain, storms, and humors-- does the life of man contain aught but these?
My bedroom, originally a linen-closet, was unheated and was
barely large enough to contain my cot-bed, but it enabled me to call the other room my study.
I had
barely finished locking up my dispatch-box, when the ungrateful girl, whose reputation I have made, came into the room and told me in so many words that the business connection between us was for the present at an end.
They had followed immediately behind him, thinking it
barely possible that his actions might prove a clew to my whereabouts and had witnessed my short but decisive battle with him.
Pfuel
barely glanced- not so much at Prince Andrew as past him- and said, with a laugh: "That must have been a fine tactical war"; and, laughing contemptuously, went on into the room from which the sound of voices was heard.