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The women of the city hissed and reviled them, pale with fury, leaning over the walls ready to spring into the camp to lay hold upon the strumpets, while they, as if the anger of the city only stimulated them, redoubled their laughter, adding insult to insult, and exciting the whole army to join with them. A fresh cause of indignation infuriated anew the minds of the Saguntines.
The fire was now burning around his feet and ankles and the pain was increasing with every second of time. "White man shall learn what it is to suffer," said Spotted Nose. "He killed my friend, the Little Mule." "Your friend tried to take my life." "Bah! say no more but burn! burn!" hissed Yellow Elk. And with a stick he shoved the flaming brush closer in around the scout's legs.
"He is with the Americans," hissed the concierge, the veins on his forehead swollen with excitement. "Now, go, and quickly. I shall watch. Say that when I have secured the lad, I shall take him there. Let all be ready. An hour ago," he said, raising his great fists on high, "and everything lost. Now hurry, old wooden leg. It is a great night." "But I cannot. Already I have done too much.
Holding on with one arm, he turned and fired repeatedly in the direction of the howling crowd of rascals. "Ride to the barracks gates, Vos Engo!" commanded Colonel Quinnox. "Be prepared to admit none but the Royal Reserves, who are under standing orders to report there in time of need." "God grant that they may be able to come," responded the Count. Over his shoulder he hissed to his companion.
A second and third followed, then a howling tempest roared and hissed without cessation through the city, wrenching tiles from the roofs, twisting the fruit-trees in the gardens and the young elms and lindens in many a street, tearing away the flags the boys had fastened on the walls in defiance of the Spaniards, lashing the still waters of the city moat and quiet canals, and the Lord does not abandon His own and the vanes turned, the storm came from the north-west.
The vulgar in England are too apt to catch at every slip of the tongue made by Irishmen. I remember once being present when an Irish nobleman, of talents and literature, was actually hissed from the hustings at a Middlesex election because in his speech he happened to say, 'We have laid the root to the axe of the tree of liberty, instead of 'we have laid the axe to the root of the tree."
This is glorious comedy!" and Fellowes laughed aloud. "What! A hint of tragedy in it, too!" A naked sword was in Rosmore's hand. "A woman's honour must be defended," hissed Rosmore. "Gad! I'll not spoil the play for want of pantomime," cried Fellowes, still laughing. "Why don't you all laugh at such excellent fooling?"
"I don't think he would be of the slightest use to you," she said, still stooping. And she felt like a devil dragging the soul of her brother to hell. But that was a foolish fancy, and must be resisted! "Not if I told him everything?" Leopold hissed from between his teeth in the struggle to keep down a shriek.
The colonel raised both hands, palms open, and returned his brother's keen glance. Then he spoke. "Lew hasn't come in. He chased Brandt across the river. That's all I know." "Brandt's here, then?" hissed the borderman. The colonel nodded gloomily. "Where?" "In the long room over the fort. I locked him in there." "Why did he come here?" Colonel Zane shrugged his shoulders. "It's beyond me.
All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games. . . . . . . We were a noisy crew; the sun in heaven Beheld not vales more beautiful than ours; Nor saw a band in happiness and joy Richer, or worthier of the ground they trod."* *Prelude, book i. Yet among all this noisy boyish fun and laughter, Wordsworth's strange, keen love of nature took root and grew. At times he says
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