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It seemed incredible that that thing should creep straight up a sharp slant like the roof of a house but there it was, and it was doing that very miracle. In the course of a couple hours we reached a fine breezy altitude where the little shepherd huts had big stones all over their roofs to hold them down to the earth when the great storms rage.
Then he heard that splash and dribble in the water, and imagined that his impatient mate was dipping her nose into the lake for a cool drink. A snort! A bellowing challenge quite indescribable! On he came again with a thundering rush! Bushes were thrashed and spurned by his sharp hoofs. Branches snapped. Trees echoed as his antlers struck them.
"Come on, slip around to the other side. May I bring a few of my friends with me? I can't bear Miss Delafield. She thinks she knows everything. She won't see us if we slip around." "I shall be delighted," replied Tom, "only I fear I may have to help Mr. Sharp out of this trouble." "Don't worry about me, Tom," said the balloonist, who overheard him. "Let me do the explaining. I'm an old hand at it.
"Perhaps, however, her sharp ears have told her the truth," was his thought, as he wheeled the mare about and started to return, leaving Dick to follow him, as he would be needed to help the party over. With never a thought of danger, the animal was forced hastily through the water, coming out a few paces below where she had entered it. "We are all right," he called; "we will be over in a jiffy."
He stood without movement with his face to the night, gripping the woodwork of the window with both hands, every bone of them standing out in sharp, skeleton lines. She watched him, fascinated, for a long time, but he did not stir from his tense position. He seemed to have utterly forgotten her presence in the room behind him.
We get some idea of what the change means when we compare the humanity which he depicts with the account of mankind given by a logical theologian like Calvin; the simple, sharp division between saints and sinners, against the mixed, particolored, genuinely human people who touch our tears and laughter on the dramatist's page.
In the background the maid, her face streaming with sympathetic tears, was hovering distractedly with a jar of volatile salts. "Mamma," Lavinia demanded, torn by extravagant fears, "what has happened?" The marchesa momentarily turned a concerned countenance. "Your sister," she said seriously, "has found some wrinkles on her forehead." Lavinia with difficulty restrained a sharp giggle.
Some spiteful demon a friendly one, she thought led them past her, so close that her sharp ears could catch every word they said as they slowly walked on, or now and then stood still, dogged by the agile water- wagtail, who stole along parallel with them on the other side of the hedge.
On one side of me was an irrepressible scamp of a boy about eighteen years old, a dark little fellow, with a monkey face and a feeble, falsetto voice like a very old woman. I watched him take out a small sharp knife and without looking down draw it across the upper part of his surcingle three or four times; but this he did evidently only for practice, as he did not cut into the hide.
With shaking hands old Hreidmar spread out the skin that once covered his son. He drew out the ears and the tail and the paws so that every single hair could be shown. For long he was on his hands and knees, his sharp eyes searching, searching over every line of the skin.
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