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He could look blithely along the road, ready to greet it with outstretched hand when it turned the corner. Just, he waited to go, as he might have waited for a sure arm on which to lean. He saw the lamps afar. 'When one has reached an old age, was his vista, 'the thought of death should not be a sad thought.
She had often longed for a brother, and had pictured one like this, strong and handsome, with frank eyes and smiling lips someone upon whom she could lean, to whom she could go when she was in trouble. A shout awoke her from her reverie; and looking up she saw the missing steer forcing its way through a hedge on top of a bank.
All were, as he had predicted, greatly shocked at the aspect of the country through which they passed: the meagre crops ripening for harvest, the hay- carts, sometimes drawn by an equally lean cow and woman, the haggard women bearing heavy burthens, and the ragged, barefooted children leading a wretched cow or goat to browse by the wayside, the gaunt men toiling at road-mending with their poor starved horses, or at their seigneur's work, alike unpaid, even when drawn off from their own harvests.
Their envelope was of dark blue paper, and on each was inscribed, 1000 DUCATS. Extending his long lean hands from his wide sleeves, the old man began unrolling the packets. There was a gleam of gold.
"Oh, I'm coming to that right away," replied Ellison, still writing. "You know what I want, I guess." He turned abruptly in his seat, and his keen face shaded with anger. He pointed a long lean finger in the direction of the town of Benton. "You know 'em, Dan Witham," he said, "as well as I do. Though you didn't get skinned as I did.
With a cry, Barrett came at him and seized his lean throat. "You damned highbinder!" he gasped. "You saddle-nosed monkey! You'll get me what I want or I'll give you away. Don't I know why you're up here in these woods, with your pretty clothes and your English talk? A-ha! You bet I do! You're hiding, and you're wanted," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "the tongs would pay head-money for you.
When he awoke feeling gay he would lean over the extreme edge of his hammock and drawl, with an affected English accent: "If this is Venice, where are the canals?" In his less cheerful moments he would groan, heavily, "There ain't no Gawd!" This last had been his morning observation during their many weeks of durance vile.
No one could help observing that Laura was the most agitated person present; she trembled so much that she was obliged to lean on Charlotte, and her tears gave the infection to the other bridesmaids all but Mary Ross, who could never cry when other people did, and little Marianne, who did nothing but look and wonder.
Opposite, sat the long expected visitor; no lean, brown adventurer, no Indian nabob, and certainly no artist, but a tallish, large-featured, and somewhat portly gentleman, with a ruddy complexion, good teeth, and a general air of prosperity.
"Well, yes a surgeon." "Come with me, then," I cried. "There's some one who was wounded in one of our boats." "The woman? Yes, I have seen her and attended to her. Now then, quick, my lad. Lean on me, and let's see about you." I limped beside him to the part of the block-house set apart for such troubles, and after giving me no little pain, he said "There, you can sit somewhere and load guns.
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