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I had the satisfaction of going back to the drawing-room and telling Janet that the stretcher bearers were to parade at eleven o'clock, and march in the rear of the column Numbers 3 and 4 Platoons which went to relieve trenches. "Rot," said Janet "We can't possibly go out on a night like this." "C.O.'s orders," I said. "The stretchers will be utterly ruined," she said, "not to mention our hats."
I've got this nailed shut." There was the sound of an effort of some kind going on as she talked. "Though I ought to let you stay out there and rot. Damn it ... uh!" The door heaved open then, and she appeared in it; then she saw him, and her jaw dropped open slackly. "You!" "Me," he agreed. "And lucky for you, Cuddles." Her hand streaked to a gun in her belt. "Kill him!"
If we follow, he will beat us back with those fists, and one blow would crack our skulls in two." "Then what shall we do? Rot here? Starve to death? Madre de dios!" "We have been between the teeth of death before, have we not? We shall have many more adventures, my friends." But although he spoke confidently he was profoundly disturbed. This was no ordinary predicament.
Hugh Dunster, Bubbles' father, did not often favour his sister-in-law with a letter, but she had had a letter from him three days ago, of which the most important passage ran: "I understand that Bubbles is going to spend Christmas with you. I wish you'd say a word to her about all this spiritualistic rot. She seems to be getting deeper and deeper into it.
The others laughed, and two or three of them went out of the room, contemptuously remarking to each other in an audible undertone as they went: 'Bloody rot! 'Wonder wot the bloody 'ell 'e thinks 'e is? A sort of schoolmaster? Owen's nervousness increased as he continued: 'Now, they can't live in the air or in the sea. These people are land animals, therefore they must live on the land.
We owe it to her that the family existence of England does not rot in mere inaction and peace. The guerilla warfare of house with house, the fierce rivalry of social circle with social circle, the struggle for precedence, the jealousies and envyings and rancors of every day these are things which no man will take a proper interest in, and which it is lucky that woman can undertake for him.
At last, quite wearied out, they sat themselves down on the shore, exceedingly disconsolate and thinking that the vessel must be left to rot and fall in pieces and that they must either swim across the sea or lose the Golden Fleece. All at once Jason bethought himself of the galley's miraculous figurehead.
But to me it appeared a shocking sight. 'Poor creatures! thought I, 'we surely need not grudge you such miserable habitations. But when we came according to orders to cut down the fields of corn, I could scarcely refrain from tears; for who could see the stalks that stood so stately, with broad green leaves and gaily tasseled shocks, filled with the sweet milky flour, the staff of life, who, I say, could see without grief these sacred plants sinking under our swords with all their precious load, to wither and rot untasted in the fields.
"Softly, Kate, softly!" murmured the colonel. But she did not heed him. "You you spawn of hell!" she cried. "It was you who sent me down where I am where not a decent woman will look at me and a decent man won't speak to me. You did it you left me to rot in my shame so you could find some one else some one younger and prettier to fondle and kiss and Oh, God!"
"What's a compost heap?" asked Davie, getting up to stand in the wagon back of them. "Oh, manure an' sich, all gone to rot," said Abram's mother. "O dear me!" said Davie. "An' that cow 'twas a bull, I forgot to tell you, Jane's husban' told me afterwards he kept right on over my head, couldn't stop, you know, an' he went bang up against a tree on t'other side, an' it knocked him flat."
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