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"You fashioned us," they jeered; "out of your brains we were born, and now you shall serve us evermore. . . . You cannot you shall not escape. . . ." To Vane it was all the voice of Fate. "You cannot you shall not escape. What is to be is to be; and your puny efforts will not alter a single letter in the book. . . ." And yet of his own free will he had left Joan; he had brought it on himself.
Crawford asked a little angry and a good deal astonished; but Jerry only answered at first with her tears, as Harold jeered at her forlorn appearance and called her a picked chicken.
Wherever you want to go I'll see you git there, but I hain't got the right to invite you to stay in Lost Valley." "Better send him to Gimlet Butte, dad! He killed a man in helping us to escape, and he 's wanted bad! He broke jail to get here! Pay his expenses back to the Butte! Then if there's a reward, you and Jed can divide it!" his daughter jeered. "What's that? Killed a man, yo' say?" "Yes.
Now they only jeered at him from a safe distance. They made cruel and biting references to the Stonehouse menage, flying with mock shrieks of terror when he was unwise enough to attempt pursuit. Usually he went his way, his head up, swallowing his tears. But the Brothers Banditti belonged to him. On the other side of the hill was a large waste plot of ground.
Orders were procured at the telegraph office for the train to run to Pokeville, where further orders would be sent them. When the crowd of loiterers and strikers saw the preparations they jeered in derision.
Umpire?" piped Stacy, releasing one hand from the pony's neck and raising it questioningly. "This isn't a baseball game, young fellow," jeered the foreman. "This is a hoss race and you've won it. The black wins and you get the rifle." The grimy hand that the lad had held aloft still clung to the remnants of the roast sandwich that he had carried throughout race.
"One of the weak-kneed men, sir," the sentry ejaculated, "wouldn't wait until morning to make his get-away. We found him climbing out. Said it would be dangerous in broad daylight. He was in a terrible funk. We had no orders to stop anyone who wanted to leave, so we just jeered him, and let him go. My comrade leaned out to watch. "As he hit the ground, he was bathed suddenly in light.
People pointed us out to visitors as 'That 'ere bark that's going to Bankok has been here six months put back three times. On holidays the small boys pulling about in boats would hail, 'Judea, ahoy! and if a head showed above the rail shouted, 'Where you bound to? Bankok? and jeered. We were only three on board. The poor old skipper mooned in the cabin.
He did what he could to make possible this Christmas festivity within Quebec's walls. His men got together some five hundred scaling ladders. Then heavy snow came and the defenders jeered at such preparations: "Can they think it possible that they can approach the walls laden with ladders, sinking to the middle every step in snow? Where shall we be then? Shall we be looking on cross-armed?"
Now I am a queen and you dare not fail to see my beauty; but there was a strange time Ah, what a strange time! Ah, what a strange time! At the mere recollection I am agitated Ah, what a strange time! No one loved me. No one respected me. I was persecuted with cruel ferocity, trampled in the mud and jeered Ah, what a strange time it was! One in many! One in many! I say to you: Come closer to me.
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