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They drew up when, at length, he bore down upon them with a rush of expletives by way of sympathy: for he was good-hearted and a ready man of his tongue, if not a brilliant unit of his profession. His rapid examination of Lenox ended in praise of Desmond's amateur bit of surgery, and a confirmation of his verdict concussion of the brain.

The tremendous concussion caused by the fall of the cross into the hole prepared for it drove the sharp points of the crown of thorns, which was still upon the head of our dear Saviour, still deeper into his sacred flesh, and blood ran down again in streams, both from it and from his hands and feet.

"It cannot be," he cried, "it cannot be. It cannot end like that!" "What was that?" He stopped, stricken rigid. The trembling of the windows had begun again, and then had come a thud a vast concussion that shook the house. The concussion seemed to last for an age. It must have been very near.

Springing up, she would rush against the end of the car, falling all in a heap from the violence of the concussion. For some fifteen minutes without intermission the frenzy lasted. I was nearly exhausted.

Then, as the bushes directly ahead caught his eye, he threw up his arms and seized them. The next instant the canoe was whisked from under him, leaving him clinging to the frail support, shrieking with terror and bobbing up and down on the waves. He remained in this position only a few seconds. Clay's canoe struck him obliquely, and the concussion caused it to swing broadside and upset.

I heard distinctly; moreover, the mantel shook a little with the concussion.

The concussion of exploding shells had blown almost all the glass out of the windows of the Church of St. Laurent, and the few brilliant red and yellow fragments that still clung to the twisted leaden frames reminded me of the autumn leaves that sometimes cling to winter-stricken trees.

Opposite the Castle Steen I had a narrow escape just concussion, I suppose. Directly above me came a crash of thunder. A few moments later I found myself lying in the street, head pointing north dazed. A bomb crashed through the eaves and tore a hole as big as a small cellar in the street directly before the old castle, bursting with the concussion of a tornado.

Edward Eyre Hunt, who picked it up on the morning of the German entry. There were also some Belgian bullet clips and a bit of shrapnel picked up near the spot where I was knocked down by the concussion of a bursting shell on that same morning. When I reached Bentheim we were put through the usual search by the border patrol and military officials of the Zollamt.

"I will tell you why it seems so. If the side of the comet on which we are resident impinges on the earth, it stands to reason that we must be crushed to atoms by the violence of the concussion." "Regular mincemeat!" said Ben Zoof, whom no admonitions could quite reduce to silence.