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There was a good grey rock under the shadow of the trees; Thorold placed me on that and threw himself on the moss at my feet. We were up so high in the world that the hills on the other side of the river rose beautifully before us through the trees, and a sunny bit of the lower ground of the plain looked like a bit of another world that we were leaving.
When she went down to the kitchen she found a smoking hot breakfast on the table. Mr. Chapley was nowhere in sight and Mrs. Chapley was cutting bread with a sulky air. Mrs. Matilda Pitman was sitting in an armchair, knitting a grey army sock. She still wore her bonnet and her triumphant expression. "Set right in, dears, and make a good breakfast," she said.
The truth is that when a man plays a game well, he does not like to find that he has any equal. Heaven forbid that I should say that there is rivalry here. You, sir, are so pre-eminently the first that no one can touch you." Then he laughed long, a low, bitter, inaudible laugh, during which Mr. Grey sat silent. "This comes well from you!" said the father.
"I can jump better than Brigid already," replied Seumas, "and I'll jump as well as you do when I get more practice keep in your head, sir." Almost without noticing it they had passed through the edge of the wood, and were playing into a rough field which was cumbered with big, grey rocks.
It had no name until he came, but I think that it will bear ever hereafter that which it earned thus. Two shaggy grey sheepdogs came out to meet us, changing their angry bark for welcome when they saw Ethelnoth; and a man came to the door to see what roused them, and he had a hunting spear in his hand.
Grey came home. When the parlor door opened she rushed forward, thinking it was he, but it was only Phillis Phillis, looking insolent, self-important, contemptuous, as she held out to her mistress a letter. "There! I've took it in for once, and given it to you, by yourself, as he bade me, but I'll never take in another. I'm an honest woman, and my master has been a good master to me."
Had he found some madman's means of proclaiming the scandal aloud? Every nerve in my body was strained. Marigold, in his uniform and medals and patch and grey service cap plugged over his black wig, stood sentry by the side of the platform next my chair. All of a sudden he pulled out of his side pocket a phial of red liqueur in a medicine glass. He poured out the dose and handed it to me.
If you run past that, I shall know you have it in your mind to desert, and it will be my duty to shoot. You know I do not miss." It was a grey day with a gentle wind, the sky of a teased pearl woolliness with curious warm tints in it here and there.
Was it possible she would not come? A shiver of cold suddenly ran through his limbs. The same shiver came again an instant later, but from a different cause. Sanin heard behind him light footsteps, the light rustle of a woman's dress.... He turned round: she! Gemma was coming up behind him along the path. She was wearing a grey cape and a small dark hat.
He conversed about his studies, his horses, &c., and had his favourite grey led under the window where the party were assembled. Mr Thurburn was present. They afterwards went over the Pasha's palace, were much pleased with the building, and admired the elegance with which it was furnished.
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