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Sympathy for the danger and losses of others forced her own grief and anxiety into the background and, without pausing to think, she slipped on her shoes, snatched her shawl from the chest, and ran downstairs, shouting: "The lightning has struck! The convent is burning!"
Paul's from the Circus; but he had had too many shocks that morning to feel a deep anger then, and so, turning his back on the Cathedral, he walked up Fleet Street. He stared about him with interest, gazing up at the names of the newspapers that were exhibited in large letters on the fronts of the houses. The street seemed to be shouting at him, yelling out names as if it were afraid to be silent.
Don't think I feel spry enough for dat ar, noway!" and Sam gave a hoarse chuckle. "You laugh!" said the trader with a growl. "I'll make ye laugh t'other side yer mouths!" and he began laying about their heads with his riding-whip. 'Both ducked, and ran shouting up the bank, and were on their horses before he was up. "Good-evening, mas'r," said Sam, with much gravity.
He lost his patience and, turning quickly, started to chase the boys, who ran away shouting ba, be, bi, bo, bu. Blind with rage and unable to catch them, he threw his cane and struck one of the boys on the head, knocking him down. He ran up and began to kick the fallen boy, and none of those who had been laughing had the courage to interfere.
We had a sacred cow, a white elephant, and a Wild Man of Borneo that you couldn't have told from the real thing he was dumb, poor fellow, and so the sounds he made when they prodded him sounded just as wild as wild could be! "But you can't satisfy some folks," declared Mr. Sorber, warmly. "And there those roughs was shouting for their money.
"Why, Stanley," exclaimed the young man as he approached, "I've been shouting till my throat is cracked, for at least half an hour. I verily began to think that you had forsaken me altogether." "In which case, Frank," replied the other, "I should have treated you as you deserve, for your empty game-bag proves you an unworthy comrade in the chase."
There is a village in South America where gotos or goitres are so common that to be without one is regarded as a deformity. One day a party of Englishmen passed through the place, when quite a crowd collected to jeer them, shouting: "See, see these people they have got NO GOTOS!"
He believed the professor was asleep. He opened the window carefully and started to creep out. The professor leaped from his chair, shouting: "No!" He caught the Hebrew by his shroud and held him back. There was a long knife in his hand. Without another word, the professor pierced the Hebrew through the heart.
A horseman in complete armor, with lance in rest, was seen to leap from the parapet of the outer wall into the moat below, whence, still on horseback, he escaped with life. Few were so fortunate. The confused mob of fugitives and conquerors, Spaniards, Walloons, Germans, burghers, struggling, shouting, striking, cursing, dying, swayed hither and thither like a stormy sea.
The next instant she was shouting through the megaphone, an instrument which she had seriously studied: "Votes for women. Why do you torture women? Votes for women. Why do you torture women?" The uproar increased and subsided. A masterful voice resounded within the interior. Many people rushed out of the hall.
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