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"That isn't fair," he complained, making his way swiftly down, and satisfying himself by a peep about the angle commanding her point of the rock that she had, indeed, vanished. Sadly he descended to his own nook and jumped back with a half-suppressed yell. "You needn't jump out of your skin on my account," said Miss Polly Brewster, with a gracious smile. "I'm not a devilkin." "You are!
Have you seen a bullfight yet? Don't do it. It's dull and brutal. The bull has no more chance than than " "Than an unprotected man with a conscienceless flirt, who falls on his neck and then threatens to submerge him in tears." "Now you're beginning again!" he wailed. "What did you jump for, anyway?" "I slipped. An awful, red-eyed, scrambly fiend scared me a real, live, hairy devilkin on stilts.
At length the man looked me in the face, and said, somewhat hesitatingly, "so you are not one of them there, after all?" Myself. One of them there? I don't know what you mean. Man. Why, we have been thinking you were a goblin a devilkin! However, I see how it is: you are a sap-engro, a chap who catches snakes, and plays tricks with them!
What does the Devilkin want with that monstrous pointed cap, than which no wise man of the East, no astrologer of old ever wore a more splendiferous? This we shall learn when we see her out hunting. The dress is commonplace; grey tints predominate.
Goria was amazed at seeing himself attired in a costly dress, and said: "Without doubt you must be the devil in man's form!" "Certainly I am a devilkin; you called me, and on your summons I came. I will serve you, and marry you to Mistafor's daughter." "How is that possible?" said Goria: "I am known down yonder by every one the very dogs know me." But the stranger replied: "Nay, it is not so.
The children here, who are remarkable for finding names which really depict the animal, call the larva "the Devilkin." It is indeed a spectre, a diabolical phantom worthy of the pencil of a Callot.
When frequent hunting-expeditions have familiarized her with the last-named and suddenly, in the midst of the chase, she encounters the Devilkin, how does she become aware that this strange find makes yet another excellent addition to her larder? This question, I fear, will never receive an adequate reply. Other huntresses have already set us the problem; others will set it to us again.
At length the man looked me in the face, and said, somewhat hesitatingly, 'So you are not one of them there after all? Myself. One of them there? I don't know what you mean. Man. Why, we have been thinking you were a goblin a devilkin! However, I see how it is: you are a sap-engro, a chap who catches snakes, and plays tricks with them!
At length the man looked me in the face, and said, somewhat hesitatingly, ‘So you are not one of them there after all?’ Myself. One of them there? I don’t know what you mean. Man. Why, we have been thinking you were a goblin—a devilkin! However, I see how it is: you are a sap-engro, a chap who catches snakes, and plays tricks with them!
Despite its fantastic appearance, the Devilkin is instantly recognized by the Tachytes as a Mantid and therefore as game falling within her scope. In exchange for her Cleonus, give to the Great Cerceris a Buprestis, the delight of one of her near kinsfolk. She will have nothing to say to the sumptuous dish. Accept that! She, a Weevil-eater! Never in this world!
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