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Though this spirit gives extra strength it likewise gives an extra danger, for any injury to the animal hurts the man too; thus even wirreenuns are exposed to danger. No one, as we have said, must eat the flesh of his yunbeai animal; he may of his family totem, inherited from his mother, but of his yunbeai or individual familiar, never.
Why, when I see the girls all in checked aprons, hair braided in two braids tied with a blue cord, all the boys in blue with hats just exactly alike with blue bands on them all going to dinner at a regular time all eating oatmeal out of a blue bowl, all just part of a thing that turns babies into a lot of little jelly-molds like a hundred other little jelly-molds well, Miss Doane, it hurts something way deep inside of me.
"Well, that renders my sense of what has happened to you. You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue to be, sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud a missile that should never have reached you and straight you drop to the ground. It hurts me," said Ralph audaciously, "hurts me as if I had fallen myself!"
Els helped the countess turn on her pillows, and as in doing so she touched her arm, the sufferer cried angrily: "Who cares what hurts me? Not even you!" Here she paused.
I took out after it, and when I laid the racquet upon it for a half-dozen stout blows, Paul's voice rang out: "Enough! Enough! Oh! Ouch! Stop! You're landing on my naked skin, you know! Ow! O-w-w! I'll be good! I'll be good! I only wanted you to see my metamorphosis," he said ruefully, and I imagined he was rubbing his hurts.
Then he looked at it a moment with a half smile, put it on decisively and went out and away up Arch street with swifter and swifter strides. By and by he said, "You do not walk as well as usual." "But," said I, "no one could keep up with you." "Do not try to: leave a sore man to nurse his hurts. I suppose you saw my folly on the wharf saw how I forgot myself?"
He wrenched his hands from her grasp and threw his arms impulsively about her neck. "Don't it hurts me. And and, after all," he added, reasoningly, consolingly, "it wasn't one of these horses, you know. They've never done anybody any harm. It was an accident. There must always be accidents sometimes, mustn't there? And then, you see, it all happened long, long ago.
I can't tell you how it hurts to do it, but I don't dare to leave my father. If anything happened to him I could never forgive myself never. He isn't well. It would do no good to take me with you now. I should be so miserable I should spoil it all for you." "Georgiana, listen." The calmly poised woman of the world held the clinging hand in a firm, warm grasp, the low voice spoke evenly.
His bruises gave him infinitely more concern, and brought him more frequent remembrances of the adventure in which they were acquired. A stout frame and an eager spirit, impatient of restraint, soon enabled our young traveller to conquer much of the pain and inconvenience which his hurts gave him, proving how much the good condition of the physical man depends upon the will.
The agent glanced at him quickly. "The beachmasters are brutes," he said, "but mostly among themselves. Notice. The bull isn't even licking his wounds. He's pretty well used up, too. They're always too proud to show that they feel their hurts. Evidently! Even when they have been almost torn to pieces." "Then you think he won't die?" "Not a bit of it," the agent said cheerfully.
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