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Mitchy, at this, on his ottoman, wheeled straight round to the girl, who looked at him before speaking. "I'll go if Mitchy tells me." "But if he does fear," said her mother, "that there may be something in it ?" Mitchy jerked back to Mrs. Brook. "Well, you see, I don't want to give way to my fear. Suppose there SHOULD be something! Let me not know." She dealt with him tenderly. "I see.
Their oneness enveloped her in a cloud of rapture. Then she jerked herself out of his embrace. "No. No. I can't have you kissing me. It isn't fair to take your fun out of me when you're going to be married directly. I don't know how you can want to do it." He jumped up without speaking and walked towards the cliff edge. "Good God!" he burst out. "You don't imagine I want to be in love with you!
I jerked savagely at my signal-cord to let them know that I wanted to be pulled up, it was possible that I might reach the surface before being suffocated, but the cord offered no resistance; I pulled it toward me as I jerked. It had been cut or broken. "Then I took hold of my air-tube and pulled it. It, too, was unattached at the other end; it had no connection with the air-pump.
It was when Barbara followed, took hold of his sleeve and began half whispering up into his face that Cummings jerked his hat from the table where he had thrown it, and snapped, "Boyne can I have a few minutes of your time?" "Jerry," Worth's voice halted me at the door, "Leave that card an order for me. For the suitcase."
And then into the hallway he saw come swiftly a huge hand, whose fingers gripped him and his antagonist and jerked them hurriedly down the hall and out into the garden. As they lay struggling on the ground outside, the Very Young Man felt himself held less closely. He wrenched himself free and sprang to his feet, standing close beside Aura's face.
Before they could even swallow, a giant hand flashed down-ward, jerked up a handful of trees by the roots, and disappeared, while a voice from somewhere way above shouted: What are little humans for? To feed the giant Bangladore. Broiled or toasted, baked or roasted, I smell three or maybe four! "You hear that?" quavered the Cowardly Lion. Sir Hokus did not answer.
Nervously, he jerked the chair round so that its back was completely turned to the men at the other end of the room. His eyes looked so big, and his face was so deeply stained with a quick rush of colour, that I feared he was ill. "Anything wrong?" I asked, bending towards him, with my hand on his chair. "Nothing. I was only a little surprised to hear people talking, that's all.
A sudden skidding swerve as the team wheeled nearly jerked him off his seat, the crackling bursts of half a dozen light shells over the plain behind him distracted his attention for a moment further. Then he leaned in towards Donovan, "What was that?" he yelled. "What didjer say?" Donovan repeated his remark. "Gawd bless old 'Cut-the-Time."
The man began to struggle again, heaving instinctively against the ropes, taking great, deep breaths. His face, with its golden skin, flushed dark and surcharged, he heaved again. The great veins in his neck stood out. But it was no good, he went relaxed. Then again, suddenly, he jerked his feet. 'Another pair of braces, William, cried the excited soldier.
And grim death," he jerked the words out harshly, "is like to be the end of it, here in this old shack that's not fit to winter hogs in, let alone humans. There's not wood enough cut to last a week. You'll freeze, Nan, you and the baby, and I'm just nothing." He took two silver dollars from his pocket, and said, almost savagely, "There's what we've got to winter on, and me crippled."
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