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"Yes, that was it," cried Morny; "but I didn't understand at first, and somehow I didn't seem to mind a bit, but sat down and rested time after time, till at last I got right down to the edge of the little river, all shallow and dotted with blocks of stone; and there at first were the little trout darting about to hide themselves, scared away by my shadow upon the water.
Little congestions of traffic, that an English rural policeman, in a country town, disentangles automatically, are allowed to develop into ten-minute blocks, where wagons and men bang, and back, and blaspheme, for no purpose except to waste time.
"In case," said our friend, "you would like to meet some of our Bowery young men I would be pleased to have you visit the quarters of our East Side Kappa Delta Phi Society, only two blocks east of here." "Awfully sorry," said Rivington, "but my friend's got me on the jump to-night. He's a terror when he's out after local colour.
And Rayburn's admiration for the professional skill of this engineer of a long past age was still further excited when the path came fairly into the valley, and thence was carried downward along the gentle slope towards the lake, by a perfectly even two-per-cent. grade, over a broad way paved smoothly with squared blocks of stone.
What our captain is about to say no one ever hears, for at that moment the ball is delivered, and Ned blocks it dead. There is just time for one ball more, and on that all our hopes depend. It comes, and Ned bangs at it! It's a run! No, it isn't! yes it is! The fielder has missed it. Hurrah! we are equal! Actually they are running another! They won't do it.
The nostrils lie, as you can see, side by side, separated from each other by a thin, straight plate of gristle and bone known as the septum. This should be perfectly straight and flat; but very often when the nose does not grow properly in childhood, it becomes crumpled upon itself, or bulged over to one side or the other, and so blocks up one of the nostrils.
It is another pack of road-kids, and in the hostile pause we learn that it is their meat, that they have been trailing it a dozen blocks and more and that we are butting in. But it is the world primeval. These wolves are baby wolves. The baby wolves squeal and screech and fight like little demons. All about the drunken man rages the struggle for the possession of him.
For a long time he had clung to the institution he had been taught to believe was the rock of ages, the Congregational Church, finally to abandon it; even that assuming a form fantastic and unreal, as embodied in the edifice three blocks distant from Fillmore Street which he had attended for a brief time, some ten years before, after his arrival in Hampton.
At the northwest corner of the hospital fence she paused, looked cheerfully toward her own cottage, but a few blocks away, then slowly walked on in that direction, the child toddling at her side. "What is the bells ringin' for, mamma?" asked the little one. "It ain't Sunday." "It's Thanksgiving Day, and we usually go to church on that day," answered the mother, slowly. "What is Thanksgiving Day?"
Will you go to my room with me, Mike? I called him Mike because it seemed the best way to conciliate the man. "'How far is it? he asked, softening a little. "'Two blocks. "'And ye'll pay if I go? "'Of course I will pay. Do I look like a man who would cheat you? "'All right, come on. "I bade the Bostonian good-by, and we started.
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