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"That's only thumping; and who wants thumping ?" "I do, when it's the universe. I'm just as much askew with it as you are, only I haven't got the wit to thump it so satisfactorily. You are going it for the two of us now." "Still, you're not a gargoyle..." with a queer twist of her face that delighted Hal. "I shall positively take you to Dick myself," she said, "or bring him here to you.
So the wounded man fought back the sense of clear and persistent reality, which had altered kindly features into a gargoyle of vindictiveness, and lay unmoving until Rowlett rose and turned his back. Then, through the slits of warily screened eyes, he swept a hasty glance about the room and found that except for the man who had carried him in and himself it was empty.
*Door of the Trap. *I Want to Know Why. *Other Woman. *Triumph of the Egg. #Anderton, Daisy.# Born in Bedford, Ohio. High School education. First story: "Emmy's Solution," Pagan, Feb., 1919. Author of "Cousin Sadie," a novel, 1920. Lives in Bedford, Ohio. Belated Girlhood. *Gargoyle. *Beyond the End. *Mother. #Benét, Stephen Vincent.# Born in Bethlehem, Pa., July 22, 1898.
"I'd rather you didn't." "I'm not going to be disfigured," I said. "Only a scar." "Oh!" she said, as if she had expected something quite different. "Did you think you'd become a sort of gargoyle?" "L'Homme qui Rit! I didn't know. But that's all right. Jolly flowers those are!" "Michaelmas daisies," she said. "I'm glad you'r not disfigured, and those are perennial sunflowers.
It may be that spiny gargoyle of the sea, a sculpin; or a soft and stupid bake from the mud-flats. It may be any one of the grotesque products of Neptune's vegetable garden, a sea-cucumber, a sea-carrot, or a sea-cabbage. Or it may be nothing at all.
The appearance of the basilisk seemed to heighten the tension. At last it broke loose and then followed the most terrible blasphemies. The disciples, now all frenzied, surrounded closer the priest, the gargoyle and the serpent. They worshiped with howls and obscenities. Mad laughter mingled with pale fear and wild scorn in turns were written on the hectic faces about me.
The Tenor taught his little choir boy as usual in the morning, went to the three services, getting more or less wet each time, and then came home and tried to do some work, but was not equal to it his head ached; then tried to smoke, but the pipe nauseated him; and finally resigned himself to idleness, and just sat still in his lonely room, lonely of heart himself, yet with his hands patiently folded, dreamily watching the rain as it beat upon the old cathedral opposite, and streamed from eave and gargoyle, and splashed from the narrow spouting under the roof, making spreading pathways of dark moisture for itself on the gray stone walls wherever it overflowed.
John Berber, once called "Gargoyle," listened. The youth stood there, his foot resting upon the fork but not driving it into the ground. He caught her note of anxiety, laughing in light, spontaneous reassurance, taking her point with ease. "Oh I know," shrugging his shoulders in true collegian's style. "I understand my lesson." Berber met her look.
It was as uncanny as the rest of the little chap a long, rattling, eerie sound, as if a tree should groan or a butterfly curse; but wait there's more." In his earnestness Strang sat up, adding, "Then Gargoyle got up and stretched out his hands, not to the sky, but to the air all around him.
It is hard to say whether the moulded string or cornice below the parapet is original, but the gargoyle which juts from it and the parapet itself, with its cruciform piercings, are not earlier than the fourteenth century.
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