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Presently the faint hum of voices came to his ear, and he was quite sure that many men were not far away. He resumed his slow advance, but now he was glad the bushes were soaked with water, as they did not crackle or snap with the passage of his body, and the luminous glow in front of him broadened and deepened steadily.
He heard the carts go lumbering by upon the neighboring streets, but they were far off, and only buzzed upon his ear. The hum of the surrounding city was faint, the clang of an occasional bell was as music. He looked and dreamed a new dream of pleasure which concerned his present fixed condition not at all.
I can't be sure I'll cure him, though, until I know what the matter is. What seems to be the trouble?" "He's awful sick," said Janet, "and he groans awful." "Hum! He must have some pain then." "We gave him some cold water," added Teddy. "Yes? Well, maybe that was a good thing and maybe it wasn't. I can't tell until I see him. Who did you say it was?" "Clipclap," replied Teddy.
Mangles' cats'-meat- coloured hovel ululated with humans, can't you see for yourself that ?" There was a solid crash of released waters leaping upon the wheel more furiously than ever, a grinding of cogs, a hum like the hum of a hornet, and then the unvisited darkness of the old mill was scattered by intolerable white light.
When Jumbo went smashing against the side, the old lady gave a grunt. 'Hum, that wull sort ye a doot. Oh! she is a peach!" "And the next time they came down," cried Patricia, taking up the tale again, "Jumbo avoided him.
By no means the Gentleman is to go out of Town. L. Ful. Rise the earlier then Gay. But, Madam, the Gentleman lies dangerously sick and should he die L. Ful. 'Tis not a dying Uncle, I hope, Sir? Gay. Hum L. Ful. The Gentleman a dying, and to go out of Town to morrow? Gay. Ay a he goes in a Litter 'tis his Fancy, Madam Change of Air may recover him. L. Ful. Gay.
From the steep slope below came the mingled sounds of children shouting, cattle driven home, and all that hum of life that marks a thickly peopled region preparing for the night. It was the leisure hour of an August afternoon, and Asheville was in all its watering-place gayety, as we reined up at the Swannanoa hotel. A band was playing on the balcony.
All was very peaceful now; the water fell with its soft tinkling sound, there was a low hum of insects; beside her stony pillow grew some stars of Bethlehem, and in between their delicate white and green she could see the arena and the tiers of seats opposite, and out beyond the green encircling hills.
A low hum of subdued conversation arose from the densely massed crowd, for a minute or two, but it presently subsided; and all waited breathlessly for the communication to which they had been summoned to listen. Von Schalckenberg permitted the silence to last long enough to become almost oppressive; then he advanced to the gangway and, waving his hand, demanded
"Captain, do you think those illustrious traders burn my capital? My people will give them beer." "Never mind the traders, I want an explanation." "Hum! There are popular uprising in Europe, Captain in my country." His eye wandered aimlessly round the horizon. "What has that to do with " "Captain, you are very young. There is still uproariment.
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