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The question was a wild cry within his breast, lunging like a wolf in a leash to burst his lips. His mother drew a step nearer, unstayed by the sheriff, unchecked by the judge. She spread her poor hands in supplication; the tears coursed down her brown old cheeks. "Oh, my son, my son my little son!" she said. He saw her dimly now, for tears answered her tears.
His lunging descent of the successive stairways followed, and he burst through the doorway beside me, and without heeding me, ran bareheaded down the sloping lawn.
It had been coiled loosely, leaving the free end trailing across the deck. Quickly he was up. Lunging forward again, his arm outstretched, the boy tried to grasp the package that was still just out of reach. He made a last fierce lunge and grasped the thing. He stood upright. A shower of sparks flew from the end of the shortening fuse.
"All set!" came the low command from Jerry, just as the boat, muffler cut out, the engine at top speed, and volleying revolutions and deafening explosions, seemed to leap through the water. "Down hard!" cried Jerry, lunging with his oars. Tod grunted as he put all his strength into the pull.
'And his mother died! cried the old man, passionately clasping his hands and looking upward; 'and this is Heaven's justice! The other stood lunging with his foot upon a chair, and regarded him with a contemptuous sneer.
He needed to know which were the bad-tempered ones and which were the good, and which pulled best in one part of the span and which in another; and how to keep them all pulling together and not lunging at one another with their horns.
At the same moment three male figures sprang, or rushed, out of the strip of front garden, and followed the woman into the hall, lunging up against Alice, and breathing loudly. The hall now appeared like the antechamber of a May-meeting, and as Alice had never seen it so peopled before, she vented a natural exclamation of surprise. "Yes," said one of the curates, fiercely.
Then the wrecked couple climbed out of reach of the lunging waves, and stood breathless. Casely said, "That's a bad job, Jinny. The Cobbler'll be covered half a fathom in forty minutes' time." The woman he spoke to was his cousin. She said, "Can he swim?" "Him! The big baby! He never could do anything like a man since the day he was whelped.
Just as a pugilist will invite a blow to draw his opponent within range, Muztagh pretended to leave his great shoulder exposed. The old bull failed to see the plot. He bore down, and Muztagh was ready with flashing tusk. What happened thereafter occurred too quickly for the eyes of the elephants to follow. They saw the great bull go down and Muztagh stand lunging above him.
I'll go, sir," said the old man, drawing himself up like a wounded lion, "but it's not to your protection I leave her it's to that of God's blessed and holy love and will." My husband had gone before the last words were spoken, but I think they must have followed him as he went lunging down the stairs.
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