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I have seen him show her little attentions such as my sister retailed me of personages in fairy stories and chivalric histories. Once when there was a puddle to cross he made a causeway of his coat, like another Raleigh, and Mary crossed upon it, like one in a trance of tender happiness, oblivious of the fact that she might easily have gone around and saved the coat.
Close by the sailors they stop short, and are buried in the flooded soil of the rice-fields, accompanied by a faint splash, like hail falling sharp and swift in a puddle of water. The marines looked at one another as if it was all a piece of odd fun, and said: "Only John Chinaman! pish!" To the sailors, Annamites, Tonquinese, or "Black Flags" are all of the same Chinese family.
Besides, if Carnac had inherited, the property would have got into difficulties there were things only John Grier and I understood, and Carnac would have been floored." "Wouldn't you still have been there?" "Who knows! Who can tell! Maybe not!" "Carnac Grier is a very able man." "But of the ablest. He'll be a success in Parliament. He'll play a big part; he won't puddle about.
And Marnier sat and gazed at them with the aloofness of one who watches the creatures in puddle water through a microscope. I could scarcely help laughing at him, but I wished him away.
Then she dreamed that she and Michael had never been linked together, and as such neither union nor separation with and from each other was engraved indelibly upon either of their brains. As such, she was an enlarging puddle being fed the rain.
Again and again the thought occurs to me, 'Why has so much intellect been put into that head, and only a drop or two into my own dull pate? Take care of that puddle, gentlemen. I have told my peasants to lay down planks for the spring, but they have not done so.
There was only a puddle in a little hollow at the mouth of the cave. The roaring of the stream through the gorge was not so loud. "It will all soon be over What's that?" Nan's cry was echoed by Grace: "Is it Walter? Walter!" she cried. A figure loomed up from around the corner of the boulder that half masked the entrance to the old bears' den. But the figure made no answer to the challenge.
Toward evening they came to the top of a hill, from which they could look directly down upon a large town lying comfortably in the crook of a river's elbow. The rain had stopped, and the belated sun, struggling through the clouds, made up for lost time by reflecting itself in every curve of the winding stream, in every puddle along the road, and in every pane of glass that faced the west.
There by the wheel, in a puddle of his own blood, lay old Ding-dong, grey and ghastly. His eyes were closed; his cocked hat with a rakish forward tilt sat on his nose. He lay with shoulders hunched, his legs spread helplessly along the deck before him, stubborn chin digging into the breast of his frock-coat.
"Won't he hold his head in the air now?" exclaimed Mark, in disgust. "If he doesn't know by this time that he is the biggest toad in this puddle, it isn't Hawkins's fault. Doesn't it beat the world how some people can hold their own with a whole settlement against them?" Marcy Gray did not look as though he thought himself better than anybody else, but he did look astonished and perplexed.
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