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"A long lean man with all his limbs rambling no way to reduce him to compass, unless you could double him like a pocket rule with his arms spread, he'd lie on the bed of Ware like a cross on a Good Friday bun standing still, he is a pilaster without a base he appears rolled out or run up against a wall so thin that his front face is but the moiety of a profile if he stands cross-legged, he looks like a caduceus, and put him in a fencing attitude, you will take him for a piece of chevaux- de-frise to make any use of him, it must be as a spontoon or a fishing- rod when his wife's by, he follows like a note of admiration see them together, one's a mast, and the other all hulk she's a dome and he's built like a glass-house when they part, you wonder to see the steeple separate from the chancel, and were they to embrace, he must hang round her neck like a skein of thread on a lace-maker's bolster to sing her praise you should choose a rondeau, and to celebrate him you must write all Alexandrines.
Rotherham 'Irish, is it not, hey! Atwood?" "I believe it is no move than 'I-n, stretched over much more paper than is necessary." "You are right enough, vicar; and the next word is 'the, though it looks like a chevaux de frise what follows? It looks like 'man-of-war. Atwood?"
Continuing their walk, they followed an avenue of dazzling beauty, which led to a green hill overlooking the town, upon which stood a temple of transcendent splendor. The sunlight flashed upon its marble walls and chevaux de frise of minarets. Paul was filled with amazement, and demanded an explanation. "Let us climb the hill and see for ourselves," answered his guide, leading the way.
The furniture had been huddled aside or piled into a barricade, a CHEVAUX DE FRISE of chairs and tables stretching across the width of the room, its interstices stuffed with, and its weakness partly screened by, the torn-down hangings. Behind this frail defence their backs to a door which seemed to lead to an inner room, stood Marie and Croisette, pale and defiant.
Why, why was it, he asked himself, that society or convention or whatever it was had drawn the grim chevaux de frise between those who had accomplished, or whose forebears had accomplished for them, and those who were yet to accomplish; with hosts eager to applaud the achievements of finality, but who had no adequate encouragement for those who had yet to achieve their mission, who fought their battles in the dark and won them in the glorious light, or losing, sank back into that oblivion out of which they had striven to emerge?
But Doggie did not trouble to reply, his neighbour being only a private like himself. Then the draft joined its unit. In his youth Doggie had often wondered at the meaning of the familiar inscription on every goods van in France: "40 Hommes. 8 Chevaux." Now he ceased to wonder. He was one of the forty men.... At the rail-head he began to march, and at last joined the remnant of his battalion.
I must own, my dear Lady C., that I think that you had all of you too much courage in allowing of that visit, and especially at dinner, amongst all the knives and forks. I believe, if I had been there, I should have hemmed in all the children with the chairs, as a chevaux de frise, and placed myself before them with the poker in my hand.
Motor-cycles are heavy and have to be lifted, but they do not make noises and jib and rear, and look every moment as if they were going to fall backward on to the interested spectator. We despatch riders fetched a great deal of straw and made ourselves comfortable in one of those waggons that are marked outside, with such splendid optimism Chevaux . . . . 8 Hommes . . . . 40-5
The first entertainment was the Chevaux au Galop, a delightful merry-go-round with the most fiery prancing horses, three abreast, and all jumping at different moments. The Marquis helped me up, and Jean got on the other side; we all rode except the Comtesse and the old Baron.
Don Valerian sees himself encircled by a chevaux de frise of lances, with cocked carbines behind. There is no chance of escape, no alternative but surrender. After that He does not stop to reflect. A wild thought flashes across his brain a terrible determination. To carry it out only needs the consent of his sister.
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