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To get to Ned's hut which was not nearly so trim or comfortable as Salter's, and stood out in the midst of a vast plain covered with waving yellow tussocks, we had to cross a low range of hills, and pick our way through nearly a mile of swampy ground on the other side.
Love had lent to Jessica a strength and swiftness almost incredible even to her active body, and she had crossed the steep, slated roof just in time to clasp Ned's feet and to drag him backward with her as she rolled down upon the broader portion. Yet even here was imminent danger, for the lad was struggling, in his sudden awakening, and the pair were slipping hopelessly toward the eaves.
Of all the members of the Everett household, Grant was the only one who felt no fear of Mrs. Pennypoker. Even his father was far more in subjection to her rule than was his little son. Grant had been the first to discover her bald spot which he promptly christened her storm centre and to call Ned's attention to it; and therein lay much of his power over her. Now, whenever Mrs.
Smell that!" He held the object under Ned's nose so suddenly that the young bank clerk jumped back. "Oh, don't get nervous," laughed Tom. "It can't hurt you now. But what does that smell like?" Ned sniffed, sniffed again, thought for a moment, and then sniffed a third time.
On Ned's side the feeling consisted partly of regret for the pain and injury he had inflicted upon his companion, partly in real liking for the honesty and fearlessness which marked the boy's character.
'My! they be a sight too big in the band! Run in, Harold, and see if your mother can lend us a pin. 'And the waistcoat is my summer one, said Fred Bunting. 'He's too big too; why, Paul, you're no better than a natomy! 'Never mind, my white frock will hide it all, said Charles, 'and here's Ned's cap for you. Oh! and it's poor Alfred's boots.
One of the vices of philanthropy is to overreach its own policy, by losing sight of all collateral principles and interests. : Ned's pronunciation. : I find, in looking over his papers and accounts, that Ned, exclusively of all the prison-ships, transports, and vessels in which he made passages, has belonged regularly to seventy-two different crafts!
You disentangled a smell of stewed tea and browning toast from thick, deep smells of peat smoke and the sweat drying on Ned's shirt. When Farmer Alderson got up you saw the round table, the coarse blue-grey teacups and the brown glazed teapot on a brown glazed cloth. Dan sat by the table.
Just look at it, Tom; forget your golden dreams for a little, if you can, and look abroad upon the splendid face of nature." Ned's eye brightened as he spoke, for his love and admiration of the beauties and charms of nature amounted almost to a passion. Tom, also, was a sincere admirer of lovely, and especially of wild, scenery, although he did not express his feelings so enthusiastically.
After that it was difficult for a priest to appear on the same platform, and the curates whose grievances had been redressed deserted, and the fight became an impossible one. Very soon Ned's meetings were interrupted, disagreeable scenes began to happen, and his letters were not admitted to the newspapers. A great solitude formed about him.
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