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  • "Is this not a black-baked white swine?" he asked despairingly, but the honest cook confessed his mistake and told him that this was indeed the black swine, because the white one was taken by a wolf. The party then heartily laughed at the marquis who had ended up playing a trick on himself. He did not look at his intangible guest, who received praise from everyone, for the rest of the evening.
  • The pill rolled out on the floor. Porky went limp. Sweat poured down his face as he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. There was absolute silence outside but Porky fancied he could hear the breathing of the watchers. It seemed hours and hours before he heard the door move, and knew the flashlight was directed on him. Then he heard a grunt of satisfaction and soft footsteps padding over the close grass told him that at last the two villains were gone.
  • It was easy enough for them to cut their dinner short that night. The house was uneasy, stirring with a strange foreboding of what was to come. Servants, everyone, indeed, seemed to look always toward the east. There were the Germans. Often during the summer they drove to Aix-la-Chapelle, the first city over the German border--Aachen, as the Germans called it. Paul remembered, with a smile, as he thought of the German city, how indignant he had been when he had first discovered that the Germans invariably spoke of Liege as Luttich, and how he had been appeased when he was told that he and most people outside of Germany refused to adopt the German name for Aix-la-Chapelle.
  • Well, if you must know, the captive replied, "I was afraid you would extinguish the fire by flooding the room, if I told what the trouble was. Besides, I thought I could get away if you opened the door."
  • There is one resource still left, she told him, as though urged to put him to the test. "It lies in those shares of oil stock which you are holding for me. They have become very valuable, and when I dispose of them I hope to have enough and to spare for all future needs."
  • "I asked her what it was. I don't see," went on Mr. Blunt, with a perfectly horrible gentleness, "why I should have shown particular consideration to the heiress of Mr. Allegre. I don't mean to that particular mood of hers. It was the mood of weariness. And so she told me. It's fear. I will say it once again: Fear. . . ."
  • "It's a great comfort to have you put so much faith in me," said Mrs. Lloyd, with a grateful look, "for it's more than Bert does sometimes. Why, he told me only this morning that he thought I wasn't half as good to him as Frankie Clayton's mother is to him, just because I wouldn't let him have the garden hose to play fireman with."
  • "Yes, but you mustn't know that. She told me not to tell any one," said Helena, with complete selfpossession. "Promise, Archie."
  • 'Listen. I've got a couple of things to tell you.' With that, Caroline explained about the Act's shortcomings and her right to see her husband. She also told Hasna that she could call her husband at any time and gave her the direct number of Barwon Jail, something Hasna had been looking for over the last couple of days. Finally, Caroline asked for exclusivity and took Hasna's silence as a nod of agreement.
  • "Well, by the living something or other!" he muttered at last, and walked away from the hotel, filled with wholesale rage and indignation. "The little shrew! Who asked her to take me, I wonder? Or for her opinions on my ways of living? Of all the cheeky monkeys! Pitching into me like that--just because she missed her blessed waltz! Certainly it was rotten of me--I don't say it wasn't. But I forgot. I told her I forgot. Didn't I come straight down here and tell her? Left those fellows--left a jack-pot! O my aunt! And that's all I get for it--a decent and reasonable fellow like me to be called such names just because I distract myself with the only one or two things that can delude one into believing that life is worth living in this rotten country! Drunkard and gambler--fine words to fling at a man like bomb-shells!"
  • I thought the rsm was going to blow a gasket, he politely told us to go back to our duties.
  • Man, the front wheel was pretty bent. I was so upset about that. I thought I was going to cry. I really loved that bike, and then Willy went and destroyed the thing. So you see, that's why I bashed his fricking head in and I'm not sorry I did. I told you I hated everyone and everything, didn't I? So what do you think I care? I'd do it again if I had to. If I ever get out of here, that is.
  • That's the name, I says; "I most forgot it. Well, Miss Mary Jane she told me to tell you she's gone over there in a dreadful hurry--one of them's sick."
  • "So Jeff," she started, "what are you up to this late at night?" The man hesitated for a moment, conjuring up an answer. He scanned the room for it, but the room told him nothing. From the pit of his heart he welled up an excuse.
  • "Once already have I told you, and I venture to think that mine is a name not easily forgotten. I am the Sieur Marcel de Saint-Pol, Marquis of Bardelys, of Bardelys in Picardy."
  • Mrs Gilmour felt such a sensation of relief at the sight of Hellyer that her feelings prevented her from speaking. As she told Nell afterwards, she "couldn't have uttered a word to save her life"; and there she remained, "staring at the poor man," to use her own expression, and one that savoured thoroughly of her country, "as if he were a stuck pig!"
  • "Then mother spoke; her voice sounded weak and far off. She said, slowly, and with an effort, 'Maria, don't you remember that you told me that there had never been any little room here? and Hannah said so too, and then I said I must have dreamed it?'
  • Mr. Brackett is going to run the level, and wants you for his rodman, continued Mr. Hobart. "The pay will be double what you are now receiving, and you can soon fit yourself for the position by a little hard study; for Mr. Brackett is a capital instructor. I have told him that he may take you on trial, and see what he can do with you. I also told him of your aversion to study, and gave him to understand what a difficult job he had undertaken."
  • I think he was gone six or eight weeks, when he returned and told us of his adventures and the country. He said he had a very hard time going up Lake Erie. A terrible storm caused the old boat, "Shelvin Thompson" to heave, and its timber to creak in almost every joint. He thought it must go down. He went to his friend, Mr. George Purdy, (who is now an old resident of the town of Dearborn) said to him: "You had better get up; we are going down! The Captain says 'every man on deck and look out for himself.'" Mr. Purdy was too sick to get up. The good old steamer weathered the storm and landed safely at Detroit.
  • I told father, as we had a good team, it would be handy if I got me a buggy. I could take mother at her pleasure, and it would be very handy for me to go around with, so I went and bought one. It was a double buggy with two seats. After the buggy was bought, when mother and my sisters wished to go to meeting or to visit friends, I would hitch up the team and take them in, what I thought, pretty good style. We had, what I called, a gay team and, in fact, a good rig for the woods of Michigan. I took care of the team, and when I went out with them I tried to make those horses shine. I trimmed their head stalls with red balls, as large as hens' eggs, and from them hung scarlet ribbons six inches long. When I came home in the evening between, sun down and dark, through the woods, the little blacks made the evening breeze fan my passengers and we left the little musical songsters in the shade. I now worked very hard and helped father all I could in fixing up his farm. He had everything around him that was necessary to make him and mother comfortable.
  • "Your son has powerful magic," Kavio told Ruga. "Five Chromas. Perhaps that was why a jealous enemy sought to bind his power. Gremo, do you have any idea who did this to you?"
  • It would have required a very learned ethnologist to have told to which of his three companions he was compatriot; though there could be no doubt about his being either English, Irish, or Scotch.
  • Jones told the story, which need not be repeated here, as it is already known to the reader. He had difficulty in restraining Mr. Dewey from starting out instantly to the rescue of the young lady, but on his representing that she was safe, and that it would be soon enough to go out in the morning, Richard Dewey yielded.
  • A memory echoed through my mind and a shadow passed over my heart, and perhaps something of it showed on my face, for Quenela immediately declared, "You say that Emira-Regent Selene told you of this servant. And we have all by now heard that she was at the Queen's bedside last night. Surely she is the one to suspect."
  • Even so,"" he returned. Then turning to the general: ""I will vouch for the truth of the story told by these boys, sir,"" he said."
  • At the next main intersection, he and Meena found a rickshaw driver willing to cart them to the docks, and he gratefully set Salvor down and clambered next to him in the narrow seat. Meena perched on Gerets knees and tucked her feet under Salvors ankles. She braced herself with an arm on the side of the rickshaw and checked the unconscious man again, as if reassuring herself that she had indeed saved him. During the cramped ride, Geret told Meena all that he knew of the evenings encounters.
  • Frank told them the main features of his encounter of the night before, but it was only after mess when he had them by themselves that he voiced his suspicions of Rabig.
  • Mr. Barr remounted to the conning tower. A minute later a renewal of the swishing sound told that the pumps were emptying the tanks at the rate of a thousand gallons a minute. The submarine could be felt to leap upward toward the surface. The boys held on for dear life, exchanging rather alarmed glances.
  • As you have some motive above curiosity in asking, I will do so, Harding, and Buffalo Bill told the whole story of Sergeant Weston's escape from execution, and the finding of a body in his uniform upon the desert, and burying it.
  • They sat for what seemed like hours. Gloria made coffee, but Peter drank none. She had told him of their adventures in Sharlain and he had described the Door in Dan's basement. Then she said: "Peter, we have to go in again. Tom is dead, but Gordon and Clay are still in danger and we have to do something. I realize now that when I rub the amulet and say the words I'll just reappear back here, precisely where I was when I left. You can imagine how surprised I was when I left that snowy ledge on the mountain, that big old dragon staring at me, and found myself sitting here on the sofa. But this time we'll go back with something from this world that will give us an advantage. I've been browsing through the phone book, trying to get some ideas of what to bring."
  • Dreth thought quickly. "The, ah, Dungeon Master himself told us to pop along and check up on the treasure. Kind of an audit," he said. "It's a nuisance I know, but, well, procedure." He made a 'what can you do?' face, and shrugged.
  • That, as I have told you before, Miss, is impossible for more reasons than one. You have done me infinite mischief already. I might have found employment by this time had I stayed in South Shields, and meanwhile my wife and children are hungry. Be content with that, and set me ashore.
  • "I do not know, lady. Stones cannot speak, the spirits are silent, and we have forgotten. Still, I think so, and our fathers have told us that but six or eight generations ago many folk lived here, though it was not they who built these walls. Even fifty years ago there were many, but now the Matabele have killed them, and we are few; to-morrow you will see how few. Come here and look," and he led her through the entrance of a square cattle kraal which stood close by. Within were tufts of rank grass, and a few bushes, and among these scores of skulls and other bones.
  • "Yes. When I took to traveling he all but had nervous prostration. I suppose he told you about that will I made in your favor. It was done to please him. Still," he added soberly, "it stands. I travel a deal, and no one knows what may happen. And so you are the John Winthrop my dad treated so shabbily? Oh, don't protest, he did. I should have hunted you up long ago, and given you a solid bank account, only I knew that the son of my aunt must necessarily be a gentleman, and, therefore, would not look favorably upon such a proceeding."
  • "One day Sam come to me and said he wanted me to ride over to a creek near what is now the town of Fairfax, and watch a bunch of about thirty head he told me he just bought. There was a pack of Crow Injuns that we knew was somewhere around there. But in them days it was the same with working for a man as it was about asking questions. If he told you to do anything, it was up to you to do it, or stand the consequences. So I saddled a flea-bitten pinto and set out, though I must say I wasn't particularly keen on going. It had been rumored that Sam had got some of his cattle from the Injuns, and we'd always expected that if Sam ever did die--of which we had our doubts, because he was so mean--that it would be at the hand of a redskin.
  • Even though the mid-June sun boiling through the eight foot tall windows was incredibly hot, a cool breeze flowing through the corner classroom made it bearable. Mr. Sargant, the high school principal and algebra teacher, told the boys to open the windows all the way. With only fifteen minutes of class remaining he left them to do their homework.
  • As they drove the five miles through the dark pine woods, he talked enthusiastically of the coming trip into the Okefinokee and told them hunting stories.
  • No doubt about that. I told you I recognized York Neil by him being shy that trigger finger I fanned off down at Tombstone. Well, they say he's one of the Wolf's standbys.
  • I follow father, in my mind, to his last farm which he bought in 1849, where he lived out his days. It was not cleared up, as he wished to have it, and he continued to labor as hard as ever before, trying to fix it up to suit him and to get it in the right shape for his comfort and convenience. The soil was as good as the place he left. He raised large crops on it. One day I went to father's and inquired for him. Mother said he was down in the field cutting corn. I went to him; he had a splendid field of corn and was cutting it up. The sweat was running off from him. I told him it was not necessary for him to work so hard and asked him to let me take his corn-cutter, as though I was going to cut corn. He handed it to me, then I said I am going to keep this corn-cutter: I want you to hear to me. Let us go to the house and get some one else, to cut the corn; so we went to the house together.
  • I felt I must not tell her all my adventures, for she would worry too much, but I told her what I could, and made light of the dangers I had been through. I described the lazy surgeon who seemed to spend his time lying on his back in his tent, and poor Dickon and his mishaps, and how the Cavaliers had so surprised the Portland Roundheadsso that we spent the evening laughing a great deal, though I was afraid she was still inclined to be angry with me for taking unnecessary risks.
  • A shriek from the tree told that the girls were watching every move in the exciting game that was being played. The mastiff was seen to stop in his headlong rush, and roll over in a heap; then he struggled to his feet again, only to have another flash directed into his eyes; and this time Max must have made sure work of it, because the huge animal did not attempt to rise again.
  • Of course, there was a great deal that was wonderful and startling to relate, and as Mrs. Cliff was a good story-teller, she thrilled the nerves of her hearers with her descriptions of the tornado at sea and the Rackbirds on land, and afterwards filled the eyes of many of the women with tears of relief as she told of their escapes, their quiet life at the caves, and their subsequent rescue by the Mary Bartlett. But it was the cross-examinations which caused the soul of the narrator to sink. Of course, she had been very careful to avoid all mention of the gold mound, but this omission in her narrative proved to be a defect which she had not anticipated. As she had told that she had lost everything except a few effects she had carried with her from the Castor, it was natural enough that people should want to know how she had been enabled to come home in such good fashion.
  • It always prejudices me against a man to be told that he is dignified and stately. Those adjectives smack of too much self-esteem and of a claim to be made of different clay from most of us. He was both, yet he wasn't either. And he didn't look like a priest, although if ever integrity and righteousness shone from a man, with their effect heightened by the severely simple Arab robes, I swear that man was he.
  • For two days I sat by the Delhi Gate and no one spoke to me or dropped a single coin in my bowl. But on the third day a good man, may God preserve him, passed by when I was nearly stifled and asked me why I sat in the heat of the sun under a blanket. Thereupon I told him, what doubtless your Highness knows, that my face is much too holy to be looked upon, and since then your Highness' servant has prospered exceedingly. The device is a good one.
  • For if the truth be told he was desperately worried. The cause was, as it had often been with Sanders, that French-German-Belgian territory which adjoins the Ochori country. All the bad characters, not only the French of the Belgian Congo, but of the badly-governed German lands--all the tax resisters, the murderers, and the criminals of every kind, but the lawless contingents of every nation, formed a floating nomadic population in the tree-covered hills which lay beyond the country governed by Bosambo.
  • Sorry about that master, said Polydoor, glaring at Cuther. "I told that stupid bird he was only supposed to find DEAD things."
  • That would suit me, replied Roy, who was beginning to feel a bit lonely in the big city, without the company of a friend. He thought this was a good opportunity to go around and see the sights. He told the man his name.
  • "Brother Michael saved my life!" Maria shouted. "He rescued me from the asteroid and thenbrought me back when I asked him to. He was the one who told me you were still alive. He helped me find you. He made the Army give us an army car and trailer full of food and guns so we could go to Omaha!"
  • "Yet all the while, methinks your heart told you that there was one, at least, who sought you still," he said, raising her face so he could look into her eyes.
  • Sarge looked over and saw the kid absorbed in every word Haney told him. He also spied the cigar store indian standing immobile on the other side of the pitchers mound. The dolly that had transported it there was left a few feet behind.
  • I'd like fine to be strong like you, Brick, said Goosey. "Some of us kids have been talking about it and one fellow says he's noticed that strong men like sailors and railroad men always have tattoo marks like you got. A brakeman told him that's what made him strong. Some of us want you to fix us up."
  • Mary June headed for the door. "Oh, by the way," she said in an offhanded manner right as she reached the door, "since we didn't get to go to Salina, I've taken the liberty of suggesting to the local Republican Party chairperson that we set up a date and time for a local political debate right after the Republican convention. Both parties' candidates will be known by then. The guy laughed and blew the idea off until I told him I had a heavy weight ready to do battle."
  • There were the Dog Rocks, where she had stood on that misty autumn day, and seen the vision of her coffined mother's face. Surely it was a presage of her fate. There beyond was the Bell Rock, where in that same hour Geoffrey and she had met, and behind it was the Amphitheatre, where they had told their love. Hark! what was that sound pealing faintly at intervals across the deep? It was the great ship's bell that, stirred from time to time by the wash of the high tide, solemnly tolled her passing soul.
  • Hardly. It was more of a logistical problem than mathematical for the Sheik. The poor man had his hands full with that retinue. I'm told that one of his wives actually had a brawl with the wife of another aphid farmer before I'd gotten there. They say that she was having a screaming fit about how her Milk Sheik was better than the other one's. Johnny shook his head almost impatiently, as if he'd realized that he'd strayed from the straight and narrow path of the narration. "But to get back to my story, on my end, it wasn't mathematics or screaming wives that was the problem - it was the cats. The cats could sense that I wasn't human and they set off a caterwaul that upset the Sheik's wives. It also brought a crowd over and faster than you could skin a cat, those yowling felines and shrieking females were replaced by the howling mob that you encountered."
  • The captain was much more explicit after he got out of the current. He told us that the island of Bourbon was only about four hundred miles from where we then were, and he thought it possible to go that distance, find some small craft, and come back, and still save part of the cargo, the sails, anchors,
  • On this day there came up from the south MacDonald, the government map maker. He was gray and grizzled, with a great, free laugh and a clean heart. Two days he remained with Pierrot. He told Nepeese of his daughters at home, of their mother, whom he worshiped more than anything else on earth--and before he went on in his quest of the last timber line of Banksian pine, he took pictures of the Willow as he had first seen her on her birthday: her hair piled in glossy coils, her red dress, the high-heeled shoes. He carried the negatives on with him, promising Pierrot that he would get a picture back in some way. Thus fate works in its strange and apparently innocent ways as it spins its webs of tragedy.
  • Huh! grinned Sandy. "You didn't see how scared the detective was when I told him the train robber was here by our fire. It's a hundred to one that the train robber will give the detective a swift kick in the pants and go back to his own camp."
  • It appeared from this girl's account of the matter that Vale Vulu's professed friendship for us was only a blind in order that he might attack us unawares. To this end he had invited certain tribes from some of the adjacent islands, with whom he happened to be on friendly terms, to a feast, the principal food of which was to consist of the dead bodies of our crew. His own tribe, unaided, he did not consider strong enough for this enterprise, but with the assistance of the friendly cannibals, whom he invited to the banquet, he made no doubt that he would easily be able to overcome us, particularly as we were to be taken unawares. The plan was to invite us to the feast, which we would be told was to consist only of fish, coconuts, and bananas, but, when we were seated, at a given signal we would be massacred and eaten, after which Vale Vulu would take possession of our ship and all that belonged to us.
  • You will no doubt be surprised when I inform you that instead of going to Bombay, you will go to Calcutta. The address of the place to which you are to report is set forth in the packet I gave you, and which you, being a man of honor, have not read ere you receive this. I told you Bombay last night because one can never be sure there are no ears listening, even in one's own house.
  • Leo liked to be with Ayesha continually, so we spent each evening in her company, and much of the day also, until she found that this inactivity told upon him who for years had been accustomed to endure every rigour of climate in the open air. After this came home to her-- although she was always haunted by terror lest any accident should befall him--Ayesha insisted upon his going out to kill the wild sheep and the ibex, which lived in numbers on the mountain ridges, placing him in the charge of the chiefs and huntsmen of the Tribes, with whom thus he became well acquainted. In this exercise, however, I accompanied him but rarely, as, if used too much, my arm still gave me pain.
  • "No problem. I told you I take care of my people, understand? Okay, Im tearing up your contract and Im giving you a thousand cash for each point."
  • No, I said; "Oppermann showed me her photo. Pretty girl. Says she's been three years with the Sisters in Samoa, and has got all the virtues of her white father, and none of the vices of her Samoan mammy. told me he's spent over two thousand dollars on her already."
  • Just then, Shining Harry, a fervent camel yelled, "Look, look! See, see! The Phoenicians have been struck down by an invisible force. They're all falling down and moaning. The Supreme Being smote them. I told you he would!"
  • "There is a vacant lot thereor was, before urban renewal changed things aroundowned by one Butsi (Heavythumbs) Colodny, the butcher. And on that lot, my venomous pet, I learned the art of marbles from the greatest of them allone Sonny Jo Washington, better known in the annals of marbles as Sonny the Schvartzeh. In fact, Sonny Jo once told me I was the best white player hed ever encountered. No, I never beat him; no white boy ever did. But I came so close to doing it on several occasions that Sonny the Schvartzeh, as a token of his esteem, gave me this."
  • At last Friday recovered far enough from his great joy to say with face beaming with delight, "O, Master, this man is my dear father." They at once began a long conversation, each one told his story. Suddenly Friday jumped up and said, "How foolish I am, I have not thought to give my father anything to eat and drink. He must be nearly starved." And away he ran toward the shelter and was soon back with food and water to drink.
  • "Your whole face was saying to the Princess, 'I love you!' A glance told me all. I was glad for your sake that no other woman saw you at that moment. But I suppose it would not have mattered to you."
  • The sultan, moved with compassion to see him in that condition, prayed him forthwith to tell him the cause of his excessive grief. Alas! my lord, replies the young man, how is it possible but I should grieve? And why should not my eyes be inexhaustible fountains of tears? At these words, lifting up his gown, he showed the sultan that he was a man only from his head to the girdle, and that the other half of his body was black marble. Here Scheherazade broke off, and told the sultan that day appeared.
  • The captain of the Habrane, who received the demonstrative greeting of Atkins very coolly, it seemed to me, was about forty-five, red-faced, and solidly built, like his schooner; his head was large, his hair was already turning grey, his black eyes shone like coals of fire under his thick eyebrows, and his strong white teeth were set like rocks in his powerful jaws; his chin was lengthened by a coarse red beard, and his arms and legs were strong and firm. Such was Captain Len Guy, and he impressed me with the notion that he was rather impassive than hard, a shut-up sort of person, whose secrets it would not be easy to get at. I was told the very same day that my impression was correct, by a person who was better informed than Atkins, although the latter pretended to great intimacy with the captain. The truth was that nobody had penetrated that reserved nature.
  • He was rather a lively fellow for an Indian, and having made sure we could not escape, talked with us freely. He told us the men we had just left were very useful, having already sent in a great deal of valuable information to the Patriot army. He also said that Bolivar had crossed the Andes with a large army, and that a decisive battle was expected at any time. He was very curious about our escape, and could barely credit that we had crossed the morass without assistance.
  • Lori stopped. She looked at Larry as a sergeant would a private who had come back to base with a wild tale. "The Governor told you?"
  • I have questioned the men. All say that none fought more bravely than young Oswald, and his uncle gives him warm praise. The lad, however, would have lost his life, had it not been for that stout fellow, who stands half a head above his comrades, and is a very giant in strength. Oswald, himself, told me how it came about, and he repeated the account of the incident.
  • But the most curious thing about it was that though they told everyone in the Legion that I had stood up and made them shoot at me, they never let anyone find out that I had been so weak as to faint.
  • Well, not immediately after the eggs hatch, Tom told him. "The mother bass is going to keep her swarm of little ones in shallow water, and guard them until they get to a certain size. Then she darts in among them, scatters the whole lot, after which she is done with them. They have reached an age when they must take their chances."
  • So I began and told her all. It took an hour or more to do so, and she listened intently, now and again asking a question.
  • Their first glance at the break in the floe told them it had widened rather than narrowed. A look skyward showed them that the fog too had thickened. Lucile's brow wrinkled; her eyes were downcast.
  • "Those are brave words," said Colston, with a smile. "Forgive me for saying so, but I wonder whether you would repeat them if I told you that I am a servant of his Majesty the Tsar, and that you shall have that million for your model and your secret the moment that you convince me that what you have told me is true."
  • Hadrenn shook his head. "She told me last night something is still interfering with her link, and they have the highest telepathic rating. She says the bond is still there, but she has no idea whether what she is sending is getting through our not, but she is receiving nothing."
  • Our life on the Aisne, except for little exciting episodes, was restful enough. We averaged, I should think, a couple of day messages and one each night, though there were intermittent periods of high pressure. We began to long for the strenuous first days, and the Skipper, finding that we were becoming unsettled, put us to drill in our spare time and gave some of us riding lessons. Then came rumours of a move to a rest-camp, probably back at Compigne. The 6th Division arrived to take over from us, or so we were told, and Rich and Cuffe came over with despatches. We had not seen them since Chatham. They regarded us as veterans, and we told them the tale.
  • "No, of course not. Go ahead." She said, wondering if he would be able to eat all that food. But then a man of his size and strength might need that amount of food. She didnt know. And Mrs. Jenkin was probably right. From what Maureen had told her about Robert, he was a hard-working man. Most of the boys and young men she had known in London had been shorter than Robert and being goldsmiths or sons of goldsmiths or artisans, had never worked a day of hard labor in their lives.
  • The back screen door slammed and Giuseppe made his way into the front of the house. "They told me you were in here," he said softly.
  • I worked diligently until after the morning breakfast had been served, being told that the Master and Lady would be leaving soon and would not be returning until the morrow. Scarladin was celebrating this day. I gave all no thought and continued my work. Then I snuck out of the kitchen, making back to my room. There would be no words to halt me.
  • Movies? said Hank. "Is this a new enemy I haven't been told about? Are they on the list of people who should be slaughtered by the Supreme Being?"
  • While Pierre gave vent to hoarse shouts of rage, and many entirely unnecessary and insulting taunts, the boys explained the events of the past night. The thing which startled Will most was the story Thede told about having caught sight of the Little Brass God.
  • "It's been a difficult journey," Abiono told her, not without sympathy. "But soon we will meet up with allies. Until then, we must conserve our food and water. Remember as we travel to the place of Initiation, that we represent not just our clan, and not just our clan-klatch, but our whole tribe," warned Abiono. "And it is we who are the outtribesfolk here. Walk with honor."
  • Haworth was watching him expectantly. He smiled. "Well done, Roger," he said. "I think youve shown our erstwhile comrade whos in charge. If Id known it would be so easy for you, I would have told you to take a score of men. Obliterate the place…"
  • The trouble's in the reversible propeller. I always told Rob he was foolish not to have a regular reverse gear on the shaft itself and a solid wheel,"" said Merritt."
  • Sellaris wrapped her arms around herself. "Reed told me. They fought, the two of them, for the gauntlet." Toryn felt a slice of fear. He knew Redwing was no match for Reed. "Brydon was wounded. Reed lashed out and Brydon went over the cliff."
  • Then they went down the cave, and as silently as possible began to work at the wall, destroying in a few minutes what had been built up with so much labour. When it was nearly down the Zulus were told that there was an enemy outside, and that they must help to catch him if necessary, but were not to harm him. They assented gladly enough; indeed, to get out of that cave they would have faced half a dozen enemies.
  • Things got worse for this small family in Alesven. Word of the problems working for the harvest-master soon spread, it was not long before the whole village was regarding Falk and his family with the same hostile and suspicions glares. The months wages that Falk received did little to alleviate the situation. A week after the fire Falk came back home in the middle of the day to find Belessa alone in the kitchen. Falk asked where Aldwyn was and mother told him he was sleeping which was extremely odd for his father given that it was the middle of the day. Then Falk noticed the broken remnants of a bottle of Borlial Fine Rum near the back door. A look of silent understanding passed between Falk and his mother.
  • Exasperation was too much developed at this point to permit of blowing off steam in the form of sarcastic remark. My poor father hit the table with such force that the cream spurted out of its pot over the cloth-- and my father didn't care! The cat cared, however, when, at a later period, it had the cleaning up of that little matter all to itself! This last explosion caused so much noise--my cousin told me--as to attract the attention of my father's only domestic, who bounced into the room and asked, "did 'e ring." To which my father returned such a thundering "No!" that the domestic fled precipitately, followed by the cat--rampant.
  • "It's Brocky Lane," returned Norton, and again his voice told of rigid muscles and hard eyes. "He's hurt bad, John. And, if we're to do him any good we'd better be about it."
  • Next day no one went to work, for to all it seemed a sacred day. They carried him into the little church, and there Mr. Craig spoke of his long, hard fight, and of his final victory; for he died without a fear, and with love to the men who, not knowing, had been his death. And there was no bitterness in any heart, for Mr. Craig read the story of the sheep, and told how gently He had taken Billy home; but, though no word was spoken, it was there the League was made again.
  • He seemed surprised at the question. "Yes, of course, Lady Teleri. Why else would I risk so much? And despite yourbetrayal, I believe it still would have succeeded had Lord William not returned to Gwynedd. Dont look surprised. I know everything. Men get bored guarding an empty hallway and a closed door. Ive had some nice chats with your guards. And last night one of them told me about your messengers arrival and recounted his story." He smiled again, wryly this time. "I always said the Bastard had the devils own luckIm sorry; I shouldnt speak so crudely of your husband in front of you."
  • The grim little tragedy was not altogether uncommon upon the Indian frontier, but it gained vividness from the brevity of the letters which related it. The first one, that in the woman's hand, written from a house under the Downs of Sussex, told of the birth of a boy in words at once sacred and simple. They were written for the eyes of one man, and Major Dewes had a feeling that his own, however respectfully, violated their sanctity. The second letter was an unfinished one written by the husband to the wife from his tent amongst the rabble of Abdulla Mahommed. Linforth clearly understood that this was the last letter he would write. I am sitting writing this by the light of a candle. The tent door is open."
  • My men have told me your words, said he. "I live always in these mountains, and my young men will bring me word when you return. I am glad the white men have come to see me. I shall have the Wanderobo ready to take you to fight the elephant when you return."
  • Her eyes slid to her daughters. The elder, Gwena, had already attracted the attentions of several of the new Initiates. She laughed and tossed her hair, looking completely at ease and so like her father Brena's breath caught in her throat. The younger, Gwenika, on the other hand, wagged her tongue at one newcomer after another, always with the same result: after a moment or two the other person's smile began to twitch, and her partner abandoned the spot next to her to escape her chatter. Gwenika ended next to the last girl in the line, a pretty but mousy thing who looked twitchy to begin with, certainly not like someone capable of teaching Gwenika to better herself. Brena couldn't say why, and she told herself she was being foolish and unfair, but she took an immediate dislike to the girl. There was something unsettling about her. Brena's mouth thinned to a line.
  • Of course I know, but I'm not going to tell, because we all agreed that the story should never be told by any member of our party until Elmer got ready to tell it. So you see you've got to wait!
  • His cousins agreed with him. However there was nothing they could do at present. So they rode back to the ranch where they told their strange experience, and suggested to Billee, Snake and the other cowboys that it would be well for them to be on the watch, to find out if any strange weed or flower growing in Death Valley was responsible for the sinister manifestations.
  • "When the footman told me in German that the word was 'Freedom,' I knew that I should have to answer the challenge of the sentry in German. I did not know that he would challenge in Spanish, and if I had not understood him, or had replied in any other language but German, he would have shot us both down without saying another word, and no one would ever have known what had become of us. You will be exempt from this condition, because you will always come with me. I am, in fact, responsible for you."
  • The story she told was interestingat least to one that wasn't bored easily. She had lead a normal life as a child, blah blah, normal normal.
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