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She put her wet shoes on a pile of wood at the back of the stove, substituting for them a pair of soft and dainty house-moccasins of Indian make. The fire had now grown strong, and she was content to let her under-garments dry on her body. During all this time neither had spoken a word.
I went out on the veranda with him at your party, and it was a heavenly night, and all he asked me was if I wasn't afraid of catching cold, and then he wandered on about American girls exposing themselves foolishly and wearing too thin shoes and eating too many sweets. Fancy a man talking like that to a girl at night on a veranda! I never felt so flat."
She is crowned by a half-figure emerging from a flower, wearing the kind of high mitre which is frequently given to God the Father; behind her is a similar half-figure of Moses bearing a scroll, and with his shoes on the ground before him.
I therefore ordain that Simon, the smith, at once fit, nail, and properly secure a pair of iron shoes to Andrew's heels, and that then Andrew, who by that time will have picked up something of the smith's art, do the same to Simon. So will you both learn to avoid such shoeing tricks for the future."
'Let me try them, and then I shall be able to tell you whose they ought to be. The idea pleased the men, and they handed him the shoes; but the moment they were on his feet he cried: 'I wish to be in the castle on the Banka! And before he knew it, he was there, and found the Sister of the Sun dying of grief.
Well, Bill was happy but one day he was devilish unhappy, because Sall had lost one of her shoes, which wasn't to be wondered at, considering as how she was always slipshod. `Who has seen my wife's shoe? says he. `Hang your wife's shoe, said one, `it warn't worth casting an eye upon; Still he cried out, `Who has seen my wife's shoe? `I seed it, says another. `Where? says Bill. `I seed it down at heel, says the fellow.
Mrs Potter entered her dwelling as she spoke, and banged the door violently by way of giving emphasis to her remark. "Don't be cross, old girl," said John, patting her shoulder: "I hope you won't cast me off like a pair of old shoes when you're tired of me! But, after all, I have no reason to complain.
And Westy had gone and spoiled it all and, gee, that's one word I don't like slacker. When I got to the other landing I started following that trail. If you think Westy had anything to do with it, you're mighty mistaken, because he didn't. He always wore scout shoes, I knew that. Well, believe me, that trail was a cinch and I could follow it as easy as a clothes line.
Of course I have the shoes and stockings that go with it." "There!" exploded the judge. "Taking up with prize fighters traipsing round in a regular French dress, looking like something she's not supposed to be!" "Lysander!" rebuked his wife hotly. "He tells me lots about Wilbur," continued the letter. "He hints that the boy is in love, but will say nothing definite. Men are so close-mouthed.
Marjory saw the eyes of mother and daughter travel over her person from head to foot or rather, as she expressed it to herself, from hat to shoes and she felt as if that cold scrutiny would shrivel her up. She herself, although she did not stare, quickly took in the details of Mrs. Hilary Forester's very fashionable attire. She had never seen anything like it in Heathermuir before.
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