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He passed by Yalbury Wood where the game-birds were rising to their roosts, and heard the crack-voiced cock-pheasants "cu-uck, cuck," and the wheezy whistle of the hens. By the time he had walked three or four miles every shape in the landscape had assumed a uniform hue of blackness.
He passed by Yalbury-Wood where the game-birds were rising to their roosts, and heard the crack-voiced cock-pheasants "cu-uck, cuck," and the wheezy whistle of the hens. By the time he had walked three or four miles every shape in the-landscape had assumed a uniform hue of blackness.
Valentine paid the bill, and the breath of the frost shortly revived Julian into an attempt at conversation. "Don't ask me to give her up, Val; don't, don't ask me. Poor girl. Poor, poor Cuck Cuck." The name of the lady of the feathers seemed a good one for a tipsy tongue to play with. Doctor Levillier grew more puzzled day by day.
And it's all nonsense her hating you, and having a battle, and all that kind of thing, with you. She's only fanciful. She's not " "Would you give her up if I asked you to? Mind, Julian, I don't say I ever shall ask you. But if I do?" "Don't ask me to, don't ask me. Poor Cuckoo, poor girl, she's got no friends, money, or or anything. Poor Cuckoo. Poor Cuck Cuck "
Something like a rattlesnake suddenly went off with a whirr, and his head, jerking up, collided with the piano. It was only the cuckoo-clock, which now, having cleared its throat as was its custom before striking, proceeded to cuck eleven times in rapid succession before subsiding with another rattle; but to Sam it sounded like the end of the world.
Something like a rattlesnake suddenly went off with a whirr, and his head, jerking up, collided with the piano. It was only the cuckoo-clock, which now, having cleared its throat as was its custom before striking, proceeded to cuck eleven times in rapid succession before subsiding with another rattle: but to Sam it sounded like the end of the world.
He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five. All in all. In Cymbeline, in Othello he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like Jose he kills the real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the moor in him shall suffer. Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. O word of fear!
"Did you hear that? He has insulted us all. He has called us sins." "Pinocchio, apologize for that, or look out!" "Cuck oo!" said the Marionette, mocking them with his thumb to his nose. "You'll be sorry!" "Cuck oo!" "We'll whip you soundly!" "Cuck oo!" "You'll go home with a broken nose!" "Cuck oo!" "Very well, then!
Cuckoo didn't know she was a Duchess, but she quailed before the plethoric glance cast upon her, and her voice was uneven as she asked for the doctor. "Have you an appointment, ma'am?" asked Lawler, who did not recognize her behind her black veil. "I was asked to come," Cuckoo murmured. "What name, ma'am?" "Cuck Miss Bright." She was admitted.
During the coldest weather, and it was rather a sharp winter, my only precaution was, nearly to cover his cage with flannel; and when I used to take it off, more or less, on coming into my breakfast room in the morning, I was recognised by him with certainly not all the cry "unpleasant to a married ear," but with its full half "Cuck! Cuck!" the only sounds or notes I ever heard from my bird.
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