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Another face the bearded face red-eyed, almost animal-like in its fierce questioning, bent over him. "Where's your grub, pardner?" The question was like a stab. Billy did not hear his own voice as he explained. "Got none!" The bearded man's voice was like a bellow as he turned upon the others, "He's got no grub!" In that moment Billy choked back the cry on his lips.
Then fearlessly he drew back the bolts, slid the panel open and shut his eyes, dazzled by the light. He crawled out at last, spent and dusty. There was looking at him only the little red-eyed maid whom he had tried to comfort at some far-off hour in his life. Her face was all contorted with weeping, and she had a great smear of dust across it. "What time is it?" he said.
Even in the lightning speed of the action Bull found time to wonder what would be the result if the hoof of the wild horse crashed down into that upturned, handsome face, now stained with crimson and black with dust. He had no time to imagine further. Diablo, red-eyed with anger, had whirled on him and reared, and swerving from those terrible, pawing hoofs, Bull Hunter leaped in and up.
Now, at least I'm not going to discuss generalities with you and I'm not going to sit here and join with you in questioning the workings of the law either. The laws are good enough for me as they stand. I'm a law-abiding citizen, not one of these red-eyed socialistic Bolsheviks that are forever trying to tear down things. I believe in taking the laws as I find them.
And the Night People held high carnival under the yellow moon, and there was flight and terror and slaughter in the glow of it and Jolly Roger slept, and the wolf howled nearer, and the creek chortled its incessant song of running water, and in the end Peter's eyes closed, and a red-eyed ermine peeped over the sill into the man-and dog-scented stillness of the outlaw's cabin.
It is the virgin. To smell the perfume of the clematis on the lazy wind and to watch the myriad people of the brook is joy enough for an August afternoon. Bird songs come to me from the trees overhead, far and near, some of them melodious, others songs only by courtesy. Down stream a red-eyed vireo preaches persistently in an elm top.
But she knew that she should never be happier this side of heaven than she was when he held her close and murmured in her ear, "My own daughter, my own dear little girl." It was an excited group that circled around them Perkins and Launcelot, and the dog, Terry, and last but not least, Anne, red-eyed and dishevelled.
They could not keep the score down. From start to finish Houndsditch were a beaten side. London during that black period was a desert. Gloom gripped the City. In distant Brixton red-eyed wives faced silently-scowling husbands at the evening meal, and the children were sent early to bed. Newsboys called the extras in a whisper. Few took the tragedy more nearly to heart than Daniel Rackstraw.
Till one o'clock in the morning it is alight and riotous with the stir and swing of life. But the dawn is bleak enough. That, delicious hour which puts a spirit of joy into green field and hedgerow is awful to look upon in Paris. You leave the train half-frozen, to find the porters red-eyed from their watch. The customs officials, in a kind of stupor, scrawl cabalistic signs upon your trunk.
The women went about their business, red-eyed, wan, silent, for the most part; the men mortgaged the future, and drowned care in debauchery in the alehouses. A town all out of its ordinary, tapsilteerie. Walking in it, I was beat to imagine clearly what it had been like in its placid day of peace.
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