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His sun-scorched eyes seemed fairly shriveling with the glare. His wilted linen collar slopped like a stale poultice around his tortured neck. In his sticky fingers the bridle-rein itched like so much poisoned ribbon.
It was a moist, cold evening, and the mean, tiresome street, slopped and splashed under its two rows of small trees, to which the thinning leaves clung like wet rags, between long lines of shops and hotels which had neither the grace of Paris nor the grandiosity of New York. March quoted in bitter derision: "Bees, bees, was it your hydromel, Under the Lindens?"
Step lively! Rouse 'em out!" Pat Lynch slopped rum into a tin mug, gulped it greedily, and stumbled from the candle-light out again to the choking fog. He would have liked to remain inside long enough to swallow another drain and fill and light his pipe; but with Black Dennis Nolan roaring at him like a walrus, he had not ventured to delay.
"Dan couldn't hold his happiness, an' slopped over as soon as he was inside the door. "'Mr. Potter, says he, with more than Christmas merriment, 'we're going to be married next month. "Before I could say a word he had gathered Lizzie up in his arms an' kissed her, an' she kissed back as prompt as if it had been a slap in a game o' tag.
"Now it stops beating, does it not?" And as I live, it had slopped! "Feel on the opposite side," he commanded. I did so, and there was his heart, clear across his body, and beating as before! "Now I shall stop it again," he remarked, calmly. And I swear it did stop, and resumed when he liked! "Put your hand upon my abdomen," he said. I did so.
The morning of the fifth day broke dazzlingly clear. The sky looked burnished as a blue jewel; the sunlight glittered like shimmering metal; distant objects stood out plain-cut, without atmosphere. For the first time we felt encouraged to dare that awful mud, and so slopped over to town. We found the place fairly drowned out. No one, in his first year, thought of building for the weather.
"Goodness!" exclaimed Jennie, suddenly. "This skiff is all wet. My feet are soaked." "Why, what's the matter?" asked Nancy. "The water is over my shoes, too." "I bet those girls slopped some into the boat when they launched her," declared Jennie, angrily. "Wish we had a bailer. Why, Jennie! the boat's leaking!" But Jennie had already found that out. And she found where it was leaking.
Tom snatched up the rail and reached for the bottom, poling her off towards midstream whenever he could get the rail down. Gradually the boat drifted into the current, and started north. It had sunk far down in the water, and the waves slopped over the sides. "If you'll last to the next turn!" exclaimed Tom prayerfully. He was sitting waist-deep in water, and his teeth were chattering.
Kat had torn a great hole in the front of her best dress; and Kit had worn two round holes in the seat of his Sunday clothes, where he slid along on the pavement; and, besides that, the milk was slopped all over the bottom of the cart! Just then Grandfather came up. If it hadn't been that his pipe was still in his mouth, I really don't know what he might not have said!
"Indeed!" was the reply of the old lady; "and get it slopped over in the saucers, and as cold as milk! You always were lazy, Emma and given to use those French words. I'd rather stick a printed label on my forehead, for my part, 'I speak French, and let the world know it in that way." "Who makes tea for you in general?" asked Mrs.
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