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Between pain and anxiety, his eyes were wilder, his broken English was more grotesque than ever. When I appeared at the door of his room and said good morning in the frenzy of his impatience he shook his fist at me. "Good morning go-damn!" he roared out, "Where? where? where is Feench?" I told him where we believed Lucilla to be.
You've sweated me all day like a stoker at your work; now go on and finish it up. I'll take a fall out o' you, Jenkins, right here." "No, you won't! Wait until the work's done, and I'll accommodate you." Jenkins went forward; and Sampson, after a few moments of scarcely audible grumbling, followed to the forecastle. Then Riley got up, looked after him, and shook his fist.
He scrambled to his feet and rushed. There was not much light. What there was aided Don, for Tim could not make full use of his superior weight and strength. One rush followed another. Don kept striking out and stepping aside. Sometimes a fist came through his guard and stung him and made him wince. Always, ever since becoming patrol leader, he had feared that he and Tim would some day clash.
But even as Hal would have darted through the door, the Austrian succeeded in freeing himself of Chester's hold, and hurling the lad from him with a swift backward kick, he turned just in time to encounter Hal. Hal's right fist shot out sharply, and the Austrian staggered back as the blow caught him upon the point of the chin.
So saying, he shook his fist at Nagendra who started from his seat as if to attack him. Luckily a respectable neighbour came in at the very nick of time and separated the would-be combatants. On the morrow, Nagendra told his brother curtly that these perpetual bickerings must be avoided at all cost, and that the only course open to them was to separate.
An' they know it, too, by golly, er they wouldn't hang back like they're a-doin'. I'd shore like t' be cached behind that ole pine stub with a thirty thirty an' a fist full uh shells I'd shore make a scatteration among 'em! A feller could easy " "But, Slim, they're nothing but paint!" The Little Doctor's eyes were shining. Slim turned red and grinned sheepishly at the others.
'The bird and bantling they call it in Derbyshire, sir, said Stanley. 'Ye're a daft callant, sir, said the Baron, who had a great liking to this young man, perhaps because he sometimes teased him 'Ye're a daft callant, and I must correct you some of these days, shaking his great brown fist at him.
"Is that what you meant to do with this money?" "Yes. Gail got a dollar for Christmas, and I thought this would 'most make enough to buy a good coat for her. She needs one dreadfully." Mr. Hartman slipped the money into the grimy fist again, cleared his throat and then said, "Now, I've got a plan.
Even I had heard of this Bohemian confraternity; and I explained with a learned inaccuracy that evoked a semi-circular grin on the pink, fleshy face of Mr. Ras Fendihook. "Ouf! Thank goodness!" said Barbara as the two-seater scuttered away down the drive. "Yes, indeed," said Doria. Jaffery shook his fist at the disappearing car. "One of these days, I'll break his infernal neck!"
And if you would be sorry for that, then you must have liked being here with me." "And why not? It has been very nice," said the girl blushing and trying not to meet his eyes. "That it has and that it is!" cried Rustem, striking his palm with the other huge fist. "And that is why I must have it out; that is why, if we have any sense, we two need never part."
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