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We met them, point to point, our advantage the narrow staircase and the higher position; theirs the faint glimmer of light at our backs. The first rush was reckless and deadly, the infuriated devils not yet realizing what they faced, but counting on force of numbers to crush our defense.

Thrones may topple over, nationalities be effaced, revolutions in politics, in religion, in science be effected, and all pass unheeded while we sit counting our own private loss and gain in love or friendship, in grief or joy.

In most of these cases there was a plea of guilty, but counting them with the others, the average time as to all which elapsed between the original arrest and the final judgment was only eight days. An insufficiency of judges was formerly one great cause of delay, but the modern tendency has been to have too many, rather than too few.

Here, for no kind of reason, you've made that rascal a present of thirty thousand roubles." "Well, what should I have done? Counted every tree?" "Of course, they must be counted. You didn't count them, but Ryabinin did. Ryabinin's children will have means of livelihood and education, while yours maybe will not!" "Well, you must excuse me, but there's something mean in this counting.

He saw the Enchanter of the Black Back-Lands waiting at the goat-house, now counting the goats that came along and now looking at the sun. When he saw the King of Ireland's Son coming with his capture he was so angry that he struck an old full-bearded goat that had stopped to rub itself. The goat reared up and struck him with his horns.

He plugged on for many Moons, keeping his Eye on that Roll-Top Desk, for the Manager was getting into the Has-Been Division and he knew there would be a Vacancy. At last the House gave the old Manager the Privilege of retiring and living on whatever he had saved. "Ah, this is where Humble Merit gets its Reward," said the Patient Toiler. "I can see myself counting Money."

"Some one on the train oh, I know who it was, that lanky chap from Texas was telling me that from the outskirts of the place you can see oil wells. Or perhaps we can get a bus to take us out to the fields and bring us back." "Oh, no," protested Betty. "I know Uncle Dick is counting on showing us the wells and explaining them to us, Bob.

They had to pay fourteen francs board a day, not to speak of the extra expenses for brandy, milk, fires and drugs. Nor was this counting the physician who came daily. It was a desperate situation. But he recovered. At least it was unthinkable that he shouldn't. What object else would these sacrifices have had? He recovered. The sun and sea and air cured him; or, at least, her love cured him.

It is of little consequence who directs and carries the letter." So he chased away the slight cloud that hung over his mind as he left the counting room with his friend. These slight clouds that rise in the soul's horizon, so prophetic, so full of mercy or of terror as we regard or slight them! "Why do we not learn their meaning? Why are they not ever messengers of love and peace to us?

"Ye ain't count'n' on the fun o' workin'," he suggested. "I'm counting on that five dollars eight bits to a dollar, forty bits altogether. Why, it's a fortune, Bub." He took out his knife, looked around for a stick to whittle and, finding none, put the knife in his pocket with a sigh. "I guess Will Morrison wouldn't like it," he decided. "Put up yer money, Sairy."