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The mother lamented that he had not military aspirations, considering that his tastes had somewhat distorted the lofty destinies of the family.
"Good Heavens! The Boches! They're coming? What will I do?" As he asked this question his eyes, wildly distorted, roamed round the open space now lighted up for a hundred yards or more by the burning airplane. Just then he happened to look upward, and all at once saw the cause of his present trouble.
Barunda and Ninaka were whispering together in low gutturals, and to the girl's distorted and fear excited imagination it seemed possible that she alone must be the subject of their plotting.
The arms were long and muscular, and the hands white and small, but firm, well-shaped, and nervous. But from his hips downwards, this strange being was a dwarf and a cripple. His hips were narrow and shrunken, one of his legs was some inches shorter than the other, and both were twisted and distorted, and hung helplessly down from the chair as he sat.
A paroxysm of pain distorted his companion's face and his head flinched back as though it had been heavily struck. "God! yes, like a strangling man wants breath," he said. It was a misery for which there was no aid, so Thayre satisfied himself with the inquiry: "What is this thing you want me to do?" "Just intimate to these men that they stop asking those questions, that's all."
And if, in passing through the pen of the amanuensis, his meaning happened in any way to be distorted or modified, it did not fail to escape his detection, though he was always tolerant of any liberties taken with his own form of expression, so long as the words written down conveyed his real meaning.
Something like a scarecrow, but not a scarecrow swung from a limb overhanging the drive. The face was distorted and swollen; the arms and legs were drawn up in sickening crookedness. Before I saw, I knew it was Granby. I took Frances home, then returned, passing the swaying horror far on the other side of the road. I got the lodge-keeper, and he and I went back together.
We ascended to the garret. At the door Derossi removed his medal and put it in his pocket. I asked him why. "I don't know," he answered; "in order not to have the air: it strikes me as more delicate to go in without my medal." We knocked; the father, that big man who looks like a giant, opened to us; his face was distorted so that he appeared terrified. "Who are you?" he demanded. Garrone replied:
For he did not deceive himself: he had enough experience to know what would happen: now that he was sober again he saw it as clearly as though it had actually happened: his indiscretions would be twisted and distorted, and scattered broadcast as malicious blabbing, his artistic sallies would be turned into weapons of war.
But they fought like Spaniards, hacking blindly with their swords, cleaving dusky skulls with furious maledictions, using their fists, their feet, their teeth wrenching torches from malignant hands and hurling them upon distorted faces. Curses and wild yells intermingled.
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