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Below, from the foot of the winding stairway, there was a sound, such a one as might come from the grinding of loose rubble beneath the sole of a boot. Presently the man on the ledge heard it again, this time more distinctly. Some one was crawling up the rocks. Tom peered into the darkness intently. He could see nothing except the flat rocks disappearing vaguely in the gloom.
"I hate the whole caboodle," Blair said, angrily. It was his old shrinking from "ugliness." And everything at home was ugly; the great old house in the midst of Maitland's Shantytown; the darkness and grime of it; the smell of soot in the halls; Harris's slatternly ways; his mother's big, beautiful, dirty fingers. "When she sneezes," Blair said, grinding his teeth, "I could swear!
She stared open-mouthed at him for a full minute and a half. Then, seeing he never winked or budged, she grew frightened and piteous, threw her arms up, turned, and fled up the north path, squealing like a wounded rabbit. Prosper clapped-to his spurs and made after her with his teeth grinding together. Very soon, however, he pulled up short. "The man is dead. Let her go for this present.
From the king to the miner all a part of a big complicated machine that's grinding us slowly to bits, making us all more and more wretched." "But who makes it like that, Keith?" cried Jenny. "Who says it's to be so?" Keith laughed grimly. "Don't let's talk about it," he urged. "No good talking about it. The only thing to do is to fight it get out of the machine ..."
The rivers did not find depressions formed ready for them to occupy, but had to excavate their channels by the slow process of grinding away the solid rock. The streams of the Sierra Nevada mountains begin their course in steep-walled alcoves under the shadows of the high peaks, where they are fed by perpetual snow-banks.
When the third was burned down to a very short stub he pinched out the fire, dropped the stab to the dirt floor and deliberately set his foot upon it, grinding it into the damp soil. It was as if he also set his foot upon something else, so grimly intent was the look on his face. "Hell!" he said for the third time, and drew a long breath. "Well, this has got to stop right here!"
Five minutes later, with the big engine and train coming hissing and grinding to a stop at the platform, Ennis sprang from his panting horse, tossed the reins to one trooper, and, followed by the other, shouldered his way through a little knot of staring townsfolk and up to a group at the edge of the platform.
"All right, I don't care," he answered his sister in triumph. The air brakes began to make themselves felt, and shortly the train came to a grinding stop. "What station is this?" Thorpe asked the colored porter. "Shingleville, sah," the latter replied. "I thought so. Wallace, when did their mill burn, anyway? I haven't heard about it." "Last spring, about the time you went down." "Is THAT so?
In still other places for example, on the borderland of Magnesia and Ephesus there are places where it can be dug out all ready to use, without the need of grinding or sifting, but as fine as any that is crushed and sifted by hand.
He had been alive to every turn and phase of it the horse's quiver of delight and fear, his skittishness, the groom's ill-temper, and Gourlay's grinding will. Eh, but his father was a caution! How easy he had downed Jock Gilmour! The boy was afraid of his father himself, but he liked to see him send other folk to the right about. For he was John Gourlay, too. Hokey, but his father could down them!
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