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He grew more and more cruel to his mother, and mocked at every word she said to him; so that " There came a cry from the gallery. The congregation started in sudden terror to their feet. The rector stopped, and turning to the right, stood gazing. In the front of the squire's pew stood Mrs. Wylder, white, and speechless with rage. For a moment she stood shaking her fist at the preacher.
Fairly lifted from his feet, he was held as helpless as an infant kicking in the arms of its nurse. Released, the other spy stepped back and swung his left fist viciously to Lanyard's jaw. Something in the brain of the adventurer seemed to let go; his head dropped weakly to one side.
Genevieve had noticed, with a slight touch of amusement, the curious way in which Joe snuggled his body in against Ponta's in the clinches; but she had not realized why, until, in one such clinch, before the snuggling in could be effected, Ponta's fist whipped straight up in the air from under, and missed Joe's chin by a hair's-breadth.
"No," thundered the Laird, "let me have his Highness's fist and seal or I shall not let a hoof leave the yard! What is Lord Wargrove to me?" "Very well, then, cousin. I will send you the document by a sure hand, and I leave the fifty pounds in your hands now, merely taking your receipt for the Duke's satisfaction."
"My dear Corbett, what are you thinking of? The object of the League is to put down all that sort of thing Socialism Bolshevism to rouse the whole country and get it to stand solid for order and good government." "H'm. Is it? Queer sort of title for a thing of that sort League of Liberty, what?" Mr. Waddington raised a clenched fist. Already in spirit he was on his platform.
"I'm not saying so; I'm only putting it as a possibility," Golding answered. "Such bargains have been made, Master Gilbert, if the tales they tell be true." Crosby clenched his teeth suddenly, and struck his fist irritably on his knee. One such tale he had heard, told of the brutal Colonel Kirke, a woman's honour sacrificed to save her lover, and sacrificed in vain.
He was able to kill a man with a blow of his fist, and had performed that feat at Bautzen, where he found himself, unarmed, face to face with a Saxon at the rear of his company.
"Weel, I'll tak' him to oblige ye," he said indifferently. The drover rose to his feet. "It's givin' 'im ye, fair givin' im ye, mind! But I'll do it!" he smacked a great fist into a hollow palm. "Ye may have the dog for a pun' I'll only ask you a pun'," and he walked away to the window.
"Will this bait be big enough?" said Thor, laying his hands on the horns of the bull that Hrymer had captured and brought home, the bull with the mighty head of horns that was called "Heaven-breaking." "Will this bait be big enough, do you think?" "Yes, if you're big enough to handle it," said the Giant. Thor said nothing, but he struck the bull full in the middle of the forehead with his fist.
"We'll wait here, Thaine, till your mother comes from Bennington's to tell us about the little baby that just came to our settlement only two days ago and staked out a claim in a lot of hearts." Little Thaine had found that his fist and his mouth belonged together, so he offered no comment. Asher sat down on the warm sod with the baby on his knees. "This is your little sister's grave, Thaine.
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