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I paused once to send a hail of needles ricocheting down the corridor behind me, and I heard a yelp from around the corner. Those needles had a fantastic velocity, and bounced around a long time before stopping. At the corridor, I lay down on the floor for a rest and risked a quick look.
The head was ill to look at, and by it lay a large revolver, of the full-sized army pattern. Mrs. Clayton ran back toward the landing with faint screams. "Run, Brett!" said Hewitt; "a doctor and a policeman!" I bounced down the stairs half a flight at a time. "First," I thought, "a doctor. He may not be dead."
She never realised the male he was. He lighted his bicycle-lamp, bounced the machine on the barn floor to see that the tyres were sound, and buttoned his coat. "That's all right!" he said. She was trying the brakes, that she knew were broken. "Did you have them mended?" she asked. "No!" "But why didn't you?" "The back one goes on a bit." "But it's not safe." "I can use my toe."
"It it's lucky we're not fat!" gasped Laura, as a particularly rough place in the road fairly shook the breath out of her. "I don't know where we would have put ourselves." "One of us would have had to sit on the trunks on the cart," chuckled Billie. "Ouch!" she cried, as they bounced over another "thank you ma'am," "I'm glad we haven't any more than five miles to go.
At last, one fine day, her torments were relieved without any further exertion on her part. Jacintha bounced into the drawing-room with a notice that the commandant wanted to speak to Josephine a minute out in the Pleasaunce. "How droll he is," said Rose; "fancy sending in for a young lady like that. Don't go, Josephine; how, he would stare."
While the pony was pulling and tugging with all his might, the girl bounced off, landing like a wood-nymph about six feet in the rear of the cariole; when, with strides that perfectly astonished me, she began to march up the hill, singing a lively Norwegian ditty as she sprang over the ruts and ridges of the road. I halted in amazement. This would never do.
Of a sudden, as I listened, there was a soft rustle in the undergrowth, and out from a clump of myrtles bounced a little brown rabbit, who cocked an astonished eye at me and disappeared again with a series of soundless leaps and a terrified whisk of his little white tail. Upon that the laugh in my throat bubbled over; I dropped my hands and turned to the dame.
"I will, if you prefer the lower berth." "I do. It has springs under it." "You will wish it had no springs, one of these nights, when you get bounced out of bed to the floor. Do you know that Pullman cars have no springs?" "No; is that so?" "That is the fact." "Why?" "Because, on rough or crooked roads, most of the passengers would be sleeping in the aisle. All hands would be bounced out.
Jean Geddes, a woman whose name is enshrined in history, and whose stool is a souvenir in the museum, Jean, impelled by a burst of indignation, bounced from her seat and flung her stool at the dean's head, crying with a loud voice, "Villain, dost thou say mass at my lug?"
Ives bounced out of his chair and bowed, though his body was not formed to bend that way. "Miss Penniman," he exclaimed, "what an honor for Brampton! And what a pleasure, the greater because so unexpected! How cruel not to have given us warning, and we could have greeted you as your great fame deserves!
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