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Only if you might happen to want some eggs for your mince pies, you might look good under the southeast corner of the third haystack, counting from the big corral. I believe there's a nest there." "The deuce!" Mose brightened understandingly and drummed with his fingers upon his bare, dough-caked forearm. "Do yuh know who er what hen laid 'em there?" "I do," said Dick with a rising inflection.
She stopped with a sudden sob. Her forearm fell upon the mantelpiece, and her forehead upon her forearm. In an instant Maude was by her side, the tears running down her cheeks, for the sight of grief was always grief to her, and her nerves were weakened by this singular interview. 'Dear Mrs.
"Where the elbow rests there should be a half-inverted urn flowing with water; but the drawing of that shoulder is so perfect as is YOUR study of it that one guesses the missing forearm one cannot see, which clasped it. Beautiful! beautiful!" Suddenly he stopped, and turned his eyes almost searchingly on hers. "You say you have never drawn from the human model, mademoiselle?"
Stickney walked close to the desk and displayed a flash of curiosity when Britt laid his forearm over his writing. "Spring pome, or only a novel?" queried Stickney, genially, figuring that such a question was the height of humor when put to a man of Tasper Britt's flinty, practical nature. Mr.
Arriving at the house and finding the door unlocked, the party of investigators entered without ceremony. Leading out of the passage into which this door opened was another on the right and one on the left. They entered the room on the left the one which had the blank front window. Here was the dead body of a man. It lay partly on one side, with the forearm beneath it, the cheek on the floor.
I'm a pretty strong man anyway, but I never knew what strength was till I got hold of Case. He was knocked out of time by the rattle he came down with, and threw up his hands together, more like a frightened woman, so that I caught both of them with my left. This wakened him up, and he fastened his teeth in my forearm like a weasel. Much I cared.
But it was as if he had had knowledge of her in the long red rent of her forearm, so silken and soft. He did not want to touch her. He would have to make himself touch her, deliberately. The long, shallow red rip seemed torn across his own brain, tearing the surface of his ultimate consciousness, letting through the forever unconscious, unthinkable red ether of the beyond, the obscene beyond.
His father, also invalided out; his left coat sleeve half empty, where the forearm had been removed. "N no," he said at last, still staring at the unblinking sunshine. "Not Home. Not yet anyway." Then, having confessed, he turned and looked straight into the eyes of his friend the hazel-grey eyes he had so admired, as a small boy, because of the way they darkened with anger or strong feeling.
His dark eyes were wonderfully bright, and his bearing was high, as might be expected in the Sheik of a tribe whose camels were thousands to the man, and who dwelt in dowars with streets after the style of cities. On his right forearm he carried a crescent-shaped harp of five strings, inlaid with colored woods and mother of pearl. "Does not the Princess Irene dwell here?" he asked.
"The fact is, I was sayin'," he resumed, sitting with hand and forearm resting on a round table, in the centre of which was a large kerosene lamp, "that my notion was, fust off, to have him come here, but when I come to think on't I changed my mind.
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