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They threaten life, or, if not life, then liberty, reducing the abject one to a choice between captivity and starvation. By hook or crook, the poor gentleman or poor lady, let the one or the other be ever so poor, does not often come to the last extremity of the workhouse. There are such cases, but they are exceptional.
Some of them, like anglers, who, having been long unsuccessful in their attempts to hook their finny prey, declare that there are no fish in the lake, had inclined to the opinion that their countrymen were too staunch adherents of the Pope ever to be led astray by the doctrines of Luther.
And he simply must marry her, by hook or by crook: his honour demanded it, for he had already boasted freely among his fellow-officers of his conquest of the fairest maid in Cuba; and his credit also demanded it, for he had made the same boast to the money-lenders in Havana, and had raised considerable sums of money on the strength of it.
She pulled and pulled until the rope ladder reached her window and then she fastened that to a hook under the sill and the first thing that happened just like lightning was that Peter Piper ran up the ladder and leaned over her window ledge. "Will you marry me," he said. "I haven't anything to give you to eat and I am as ragged as a scarecrow, but will you?" She clapped her little hands.
Now they pressed forward, threw on fresh straw, and then, knowing that the besieged would have fled higher, reached through the flames with a pole with a hook attached to it, and hauled down the barricade.
He little guessed that the "Wonderful Astrologer" was at that moment eating up his celery and making it doubtful whether he would have any left or not. Billy and Betty were still eating when a dog spied them and ran out from his yard after them. Billy turned and tried to hook him but the dog was too quick.
A faint snore issued at regular intervals from the half-open door of the mate's stateroom. The door of Joyce's stateroom opposite was also upon the hook for the sake of air. Suddenly a soft thump against the side of the schooner, followed by a scrambling noise, made me turn round.
"We have run from the Hook to the edge of the Grand Bank, and returned without success." "'Tis unlucky. But, though the French escaped, have none of the lawless met with punishment? There is a rumor among the slaves, that the brigantine which visited us is an object of suspicion to the Government?" "Suspicion!
But it was stayed even in the act, for 'Boat ahoy! rang over the lagoon in Hook's voice, and this time it was not Peter who had spoken. Peter may have been about to crow, but his face puckered in a whistle of surprise instead. 'Boat ahoy! again came the cry. Now Wendy understood. The real Hook was also in the water.
Pa, shirt-sleeved, stocking-footed, asleep in his chair. Ma's dress open at the front. Minnie, in an untidy kimono, sewing. On this flaccid group Buzz burst, bomb-like. He hung his hat on the hook, wordlessly. The noise he made woke his father, as he had meant that it should. There came a muttered growl from the old man. Buzz leaned against the stairway door, negligently.
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