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She was crafty enough not to turn in at once for fear the boys might suspect, so she kept on a short distance to where the road turned and then she cut into the bit of forest scrambling up the bank and scratching her hands, with the brambles, but reaching the path in a few minutes. The further she went the darker it grew.

Of course they'll bluff and let on they must be wooed and all that, just like Frances did at the tournament a year ago. I contend that with a clear field the only way to make any progress in sparking a girl, is to get one arm around her waist, and with the other hand keep her from scratching you. That's the very way they like to be courted."

Moss answered dubiously, scratching his chin, "but his bringing up has been against him. London, sir, and then tramping about the country for a year." Jim regarded Mr. Aston anxiously to see how this somewhat negative character struck him, but he was still looking at Jim and seemed to pay small heed to Mr. Moss's words.

The truth is, I mean to settle down too, Michael Stein." "Well," said Michael, scratching his head, and listening for the remainder of Chapeau's little proposition. "And I want to marry the girl of my heart, whom I love better than all the world, and her name is Annot Stein, and there's an end of it; and now you know all about it."

Many comfortable gray hens were clucking and scratching about the hay-strewn floor, and a flock of doves sat cooing on the roof. A quiet, friendly place it looked; for nothing marred its peace, and the hopeful, healthful spirit of the season seemed to haunt the spot.

For some time he walked up and down the kitchen, scratching his head, as he always did when worrying out a mental problem. At length he gave a sigh of satisfaction, and paused before the table where Hannah sat mending Tim's riven trousers. "We ain't a-goin' to try that Winters dodge no more, Hannah," he announced firmly, "an' that's all about it." Hannah looked up joyfully.

Of red eyes and grim visage, the monster beheld, while casting his glances around, the sons of Pandu sleeping in those woods. He was then hungry and longing for human flesh. Shaking his dry and grizzly locks and scratching them with his fingers pointed upwards, the large-mouthed cannibal repeatedly looked at the sleeping sons of Pandu yawning wistfully at times.

The marine saluted, hunted up a slop-bucket, and poured it over with the message. "If you want to know more, try the guard-ship," said he. "That's all very well, but where in thunder be the guard-ship?" said poor Pengelly, scratching his head. Everyone knew, but everyone differed by something between a quarter and half a mile.

I remembered seeing a cat once that had been forgotten in a cellar... It had worn its claws off, scratching at the wall. Then a chill seized me, and I began to shiver. That frightened me, so I made a bargain with myself I must not think, I must walk. Thinking is what sends people crazy. I got up then and began to pace up and down. Twelve feet each way was twenty-four feet.

Fanny, in her paper box, listened to the scratching of a pen next door, then turned her eyes as a new and nearer scratching caught her ear. A bright-eyed rat stared at her through the hole it had made in the wall. "Food is in!" Out of the boxes came the eight women to eat pieces of dark meat from a tin set on the top of the sitting-room stove then cheese and bread.