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Lucy might be incredulous, but she was eager to tell that when her cousin Sedley Archfield was going back to 'chambers, down from the Close gate came the imp on his shoulders in the twilight and twisted both legs round his neck, holding tight on in spite of plunges, pinches, and endeavours to scrape him off against the wall, which were frustrated or retaliated by hair pulling, choking, till just ere entering the college gateway, where Sedley looked to get his revenge among his fellows, he found his shoulders free, and heard "Ho! ho! ho!" from the top of a wall close at hand.
Should monsieur le comte, then, see a traveller leaving my door, he will know that I am not infringing his imp his orders, I mean. I have not a single room left." "Your hotel is popular. I congratulate you. But I am not at all surprised, for you make your visitors exceedingly comfortable." "A thousand thanks, monsieur le comte, but that is not the reason. I have never been so thronged before.
"Well," said he, in bantering tones, "yo'm a nice wench to ha' charge o' oor Annie!" It was a sore subject with the girl, and well he knew it. Wee Anne, that golden-haired imp of mischief, was forever evading her sister-mother's eye and attempting to immolate herself.
When he could no longer see her he drew a gusty sigh and turned away. As he stood at the street entrance of the big station, waiting for Johnny Caruthers and the Green Imp, this is what he was saying to himself: "Red, you've made more than one woman unhappy, to say nothing of yourself, by making love to her because she was a beauty and your head swam.
I shuddered even there as I took hold of it, not quite free from the juvenile idea that "the black comes off." He seemed at that moment to wear the aspect of a black imp leading me to destruction. The path is a narrow, slippery ledge of rock. I am blinded with spray, the darkening sheet of water is before me. Shall I go on?
Gladys was conscious of a strong sense of curiosity as she awaited the coming of the 'imp, which was his master's favourite name for him, and when he entered she felt at first keenly disappointed.
"All has been so delightful without her." "I'm going to forget that she's here," avowed Jane sturdily. "Come on, Imp. Let's go over to the stable and see Firefly. I promised him an apple and three lumps of sugar yesterday. I must keep my word to him." Rising, Jane held out an inviting hand to Adrienne.
"At a terrible price, poor Harry?" she said. "At a big price," he answered. She looked round at the three. Harry was composed, but there was no mistaking the perturbation of the Imp and Mr Neeld. "A big price?" she asked wonderingly. "Isn't that a queer compliment, Harry?" Then a light seemed to break in on her, and she cried: "You mean the cost of your pride?
“Alas!” groaned the Imp, as if in profound grief, “My master lies in his cavern sick unto death. He begs that you will come to him, and, by your magic, restore him to himself.” The Shadow Witch regarded him unmoved. “Has so great a magician as my brother no magic of his own that will be potent to restore him, that he must ask aid of mine?” she inquired.
"And who, imp of Satan, are you?" sputtered the old man. "By profession a hangman. From our fastnesses in the hills, seeing a barge float down the river, we thought it likely you would leave the Castle undefended, and so came in to execute the Prince of Robbers." The Baron was quaking like a huge jelly. It was evident that, although noted for his cruelty, he was at heart a coward.
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