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"I do not know," he says, resolutely. Corkey is convinced. "I'll bet it's true," he says, suddenly summing up the situation. He hurries away. The weather is wet and cold. Corkey is drenched, and of all things he dreads a drenching. For that he wears the thickest of clothes. Three hours later he is known to be badly beaten at the polls. He is denounced as a sore-head, a bolter, and a fool.
You needn't hear it, replied their client. 'I'll mention it, however. I don't mean to ask the Doctor's consent, because he wouldn't give it me. If anything in the world is true, it is true that she dreads his return. Nobody is injured so far. I am so harried and worried here just now, that I lead the life of a flying-fish. Who is injured yet? It is a fair case throughout.
She utilised the back of the bill-of-fare and she wrote with the feverish ardour of one who dreads the loss of a first impression. I herewith append her visual estimate of the hero of this story. "He was a tall, shapely speciman of mankind," wrote Miss Tilly. "Broad-shouldered. Smooth shaved face. Penetrating grey eyes. Short curly hair about the colour of mine. Strong hands of good shape.
"A burnt child dreads the fire." I had made her life very hard, and she was afraid. She was glad to know that I had given up drink, but doubted my remaining sober. Finally she agreed to live with me again if I remained sober for three years. I was put on probation the Methodist way. Now I had been on the level for fifteen months, and I had twenty-one months more to go.
"You haven't seen her, Miss Inez," he says. "It is a fearful sight but will you come down?" He almost dreads a refusal, but she does not refuse. "I will go down," she answers, and turns at once to go. The servants stand huddled together in the centre of the room. It lies there, in its dreadful quiet, before them. Every eye turns darkly upon Miss Catheron as she comes in. She never sees them.
"I don't know what to think of it, Kitty. What do you think?" "I think you've been playing with fire, dear. With the divine fire. It's the most dangerous of all, and you've got your little fingers burnt." "Like Horace. He once said the burnt critic dreads the divine fire. I'm not a critic." "That you most certainly are not." "Still I used to understand him; and now I can't.
Hamish Mhor argued like the old Cretan warrior: "My sword, my spear, my shaggy shield, They make me lord of all below; For he who dreads the lance to wield, Before my shaggy shield must bow. His lands, his vineyards, must resign, And all that cowards have is mine."
Flanagin how she managed to keep him, and she said she had help while he was sick, and now he is able to hobble about, he takes care of the children, so she is able to go out to work. He won't go to his own town, because there is nothing for him there but the almshouse, and he dreads a hospital; so struggles along, trying to earn his bread tending babies with his one arm.
That attests how woefully I fall short of you, my poet. You would have found some magic phrase to make that ancient glory articulate, I know. Yet, did I ever love you? I do not know that. I only know I sometimes fear you robbed me of the power of loving any other man." He raised one hand in deprecation. "I must remind you," he cried, whimsically, "that a burnt child dreads even to talk of fire."
To the left of this ridge must be the deep canyon that had frustrated his efforts to catch up with the rustlers on the day Blaisdell lost his life, and probably Bill Isbel, too. Something warned Jean that he was nearing the end of the trail, and an unaccountable sense of imminent catastrophe seemed foreshadowed by vague dreads and doubts in his gloomy mind.
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