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"He'll never get off!" "He's screwed there fetch a screw driver!" "Pad his head, he'll fall on it nex'!" "Go back, gentlemen, go back," shouted the starter, "and try again. The old pacer was on a break" Clang clang clang! and he jerked his bell vigorously. Travis was furious as he drove slowly back. "I had to pull my mare double to stop her," he called to the starter.
After that he settled the table, drew up the armchair, took from a corner cupboard pens and ink, a blotting pad, a packet of notepaper and envelopes, a stick of sealing wax, a box of matches, a postage stamp, the dictionary, and the exercise-book in which Kate had taught him to write.
I spread out the manuscripts, side by side, in a double row on the big sanctum desk, picked up my scribbled pad, leaned back till the swivel screw squeaked protestingly from below, and said, "Well?" Janet brought her chair down on all four feet with a bump.
MacKelvey's heavy voice came to him again from Leland's study. He dressed swiftly, his eyes glittering. Spinning the cylinder of his revolver, he shoved it into his pocket and into another pocket thrust the thick pad of bank notes which had been under his pillow during the night. Then he went back to the window. He could hear Julia in the kitchen.
In the sculptures of the son and successor of Esarhaddon, the horses of the cavalry carry not unfrequently, in addition to the ordinary saddle or pad, a large cloth nearly similar to that worn sometimes by chariot-horses, of which a representation has been already given. It is cut square with two drooping lappets, and covers the greater part of the body.
He then handed the pad across, on which, in large sprawling capital letters, he had laboriously traced "BMN ZCF EDT GPL." The "Butter, Monkey, Nuts" business, incomprehensible and startling as it might have been to any outsider, merely emphasised the difference in sound between various letters.
Bartholomew?" asked Tom, making a few notes on a scratch pad before him on the library table. "What do you say to three months?" "Make it six, if you can," Tom said with continued briskness. "It interests me. I'll do my best. And I want you to get your money's worth." "All right. Make it six," said Mr. Bartholomew. "But the quicker you dig something up, the better for me.
There was something yes, there was something, he did not know what. He wished he were a cloud himself, and could lose himself at last in the blueness as the clouds did when they melted away. Surely the blueness was the something. The soft, dull pad of camel's feet approached upon the road without his hearing them.
He handed them a pad of paper and a pencil from the desk. "I have something else to do, for a few minutes." With that he left them scrutinizing the pistols on the wall, and went to the workbench in the corner, drawing the .36 Colt from under his waistband. Working rapidly, he dismounted it, taking off the barrel and cylinder, and cleaned it thoroughly before putting it together again.
For the tiger weighed nearly three hundred and fifty pounds; and to raise the limp carcase, which sagged like a feather bed at every spot where there was not a man to support it, was a difficult task. But it was achieved at last; and with the tiger roped firmly on a pad the elephants started back in single file.
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