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She ran at her utmost speed, while Arapka, who by now had scented the wolf, howled furiously, the frightened hens cackled, and Ignat, coming out into the porch, shouted: "Full speed! Blow the whistle!" And he whistled like a steam-engine, and then shouted: "Ho-ho-ho-ho!" and all this noise was repeated by the forest echo.

What speck sails in the sky there? Even the vultures come! Ho-ho-ho-ho!" "I hear a horse, sir!" said one of the men who watched. "I heard it more than a minute ago," said Brown. The fakir stopped his mockery, and even he listened. "Ask him," said Brown, "where are the men who set fire to the guardroom?" "He says they are in the village, waiting till he sends for them!" said the Beluchi.

Tihon Ivanitch made his appearance on the edge of the thicket 'Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! vociferated Tchertop-hanov a second time. 'Ho-ho-ho-ho, his companion repeated placidly. 'But really, you know, one ought not to hunt in summer, 'I observed to Tchertop-hanov, pointing to the trampled-down oats. 'It's my field, answered Tchertop-hanov, gasping.

One day he caught a pike, when folks were looking on, and it laughed aloud, 'Ho-ho-ho-ho!" "It does happen," said Panteley. The young shepherd turned on his side and, lifting his black eyebrows, stared intently at the old man. "Did you hear the melons whistling?" he asked. "Hear them I didn't, the Lord spared me," sighed the old man, "but folks told me so.

'When Lady Mountclere's confederate came for the note, I was in waiting above, and handed one down a few minutes before the hour struck, confirming the time, but changing the place. When Lady Mountclere handed down her note, just as the clock was striking, her confederate had gone, and I was standing beneath the balcony to receive it. She dropped it into her husband's hands ho-ho-ho-ho!

"You must excuse me, but I do think you would look so comical with all your feathers gummed down to your skinny sides, that wisp of a tail like a streak of horsehair, and those stilty legs sticking into your scraggy body ho-ho-ho-ho my fat sides! How I wish I had ribs, for then I could stop laughing easier; but you are such a droll little chap."

"Tell him to hold his tongue!" growled Brown at last. "Ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!" laughed the fakir. "The heat grows great, and the tongues grow dry, and none bring water! Ho-ho! But I told them that I needed these for a deadlier death than any they devised! Ho-ho-ho-ho! Look at the little crows, how they wait in the branches! Ha-ha-ha-ha! See how the kites come! Where are the vultures? Wait!