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That he should have made so gross a mistake as this visit of his to the archdeacon's! He bit the top of his whip, till he penetrated the horn of which it was made: he struck the poor animal in his anger, and then was doubly angry with himself at his futile passion. He had been so completely checkmated, so palpably overcome! and what was he to do?
Frank himself had to hold back the angry words that tried to escape his lips; the insult was so uncalled for, so unjust, he thought. "Of course, sir, if you have that sort of opinion of all boys," he went on to say, deliberately, and with considerable dignity for a mere lad, "you wouldn't want us bothering around. I only meant to show you how ready we are to lend a hand.
So 'twas to have it out with the parson that he had come to school this day; and though we did not know so much then, yet guessed from his presence that something was in the wind, and could read in his face that he was very angry.
I thought he was going to be made a gentleman of dear, dear! and he hasn't got his white collar on; and his mother isn't with him." "Come, hold that saucy tongue of yours, White Bob," said Brownlee, in an angry tone, "or it will be worse for you." The boy's proper name was Bob White. He was a tall, thin, singular-looking lad, about fifteen years old, with a pale face.
He was not sure that he wished to save this village; but there was a grim, almost grotesque, fitness in the thing that he now intended. He spoke out clearly through the night: "'Oh, let not the Lord be angry, and I will speak yet but this once: Peradventure ten righteous shall be found there." The hammer stopped. There was a silence, in which the pines sighed lightly.
'There are kind-hearted people in the world, she observed with a smile; 'some even too kind.... 'I understand you, Marya Sergievna, and believe me, I appreciate your friendliness... I... I... You won't be angry? 'No.... What do you want to say? 'I want to say... that I think you charming... Marya Sergievna, awfully charming....
"I very often do thank my stars, and that's the truth of it; but what's the use of being angry about a drop of rum, or a handful of sugar?" "Because you takes more than your allowance." "Well, do you take less, then all will be right." "And why should I take less, pray?" "Because you're only half a man; you haven't any legs to provide for, as I have."
But when she came back to the cottage, there it was in front of her, and instead of paying no heed to it, she began to say to herself: "Whatever can be inside it? I wish I just knew who brought it! Dear Epimetheus, do tell me; I know I cannot be happy till you tell me all about it." Then Epimetheus grew a little angry. "How can I tell you, Pandora?" he said, "I do not know any more than you do."
"Both hands commenced to skin the Buffalo, but the right hand was much the swifter worker. It gained upon the left hand rapidly, and this made the left hand angry. Finally the left hand called the right hand 'dog-face. That is the very worst thing you can call a person in our language, you know, and of course it made the right hand angry.
We could tell by the banging of mess-tins, mugs and plates, and by the angry shouts of "Get a move on," that a long queue was still waiting in front of the cook-house. Suddenly the tent-flap bulged inwards and two hands, the one holding a full mug and the other a plate, forced their way through. They were followed by a head and shoulders.
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