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Saunders looked something like a knight, too all but his costume. He was so tall and dark and handsome; and his dark eyes were bold, though now so soft from his own music. The music stopped. Aunt Isabel jumped up from her porch chair, left the shadows, and seated herself beside him on the moonlit top. "That looks easy," she said. "Show me how to do it." She took the ukelele from him.
It was on the contrary because she felt too wide-eyed and wished to check the sense of seeing too many things at once. Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out of the window.
“Just in time to catch dad and drive him home from the office,” I said to myself, for I knew that he left the office of his big paper-mill down at the docks at five o’clock. I jumped into the car and bowled along down Spring Street and the Front Street hill and arrived at the mill office at exactly five. Dad wasn’t in sight so I decided to turn around and wait for him at the curb.
Until he was sure his voice would be steady and official, the boy lieutenant did not speak. "Did he hit the negro?" he asked. "I don't know," Meehan answered. "The man jumped for the darkest spot he could find." The voice of Meehan lost its professional calm and became personal and aggrieved. "Aintree's on his way to see you now, lieutenant. He's going to report me." "For what?"
When nobody was looking, I would bound over a fence, sometimes just touching it with one hand, and sometimes not touching it at all. I delighted in rough places. I sprang over streams. I jumped and I ran. I felt like Mercury himself. I now set about making another machine, so that my wife could accompany me in my walks; but when it was finished she positively refused to use it.
"You've seen him there?" demanded Levendale. "I saw him there during last night I know him to be there he will be there, either until you take him, or until his arrangements are made for getting out of this country," answered Yada. Levendale jumped up, as if for instant action. But the Inspector quietly tapped him on the elbow. "He promised to tell you how to take him, Mr. Levendale," he said.
Right into the water the dog jumped, and, getting hold of Sue's dress, he pulled her up on the shore. For a moment Sue lay there, still choking and gasping, while the dog stood over her, wagging his tail, and barking as hard as he could bark. He seemed to know that everything was all right now. "Oh, Sue! Sue!" cried Bunny, rushing up to his sister, and putting his arms around her.
Pretty soon his jumps weren’t as long as they had been at first. And the cat was keeping him away from the pond, too, for she knew if he jumped into that he would get away, for cats don’t like water, or rain. But finally Bully managed to head himself back toward the pond, and the cat was still after him. Oh, how savage she looked with her sharp teeth, and her glaring eyes!
All at once Moritz jumped up without saying a word, rushed to the wardrobe, dressed himself in modest attire in a few moments, and presented himself to Goethe, who rose from the carpet quite astounded at the sudden metamorphosis. Then he seized his three-cornered hat to go out, when Goethe held him fast. "You are not going into the street, sir!
It seemed so impossible to Bob that such a misfortune could overtake them just when success appeared certain, that he could not believe what Ralph had said was true until he had jumped out and examined the axle. There was no doubt then but that they would be delayed for a long time, for the axle was already so hot that it was smoking, and they had neither oil nor water with which to cool it.
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