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Letting them run wild like that; damaging the trees and scaring the birds." She meant the pheasants of course. No other winged beings were sacred in her eyes. "Sorry, old girl. But they appear to survive it." Aunt Jane snorted. You could call it nothing else. It was a sound peculiarly her own, and it implied unutterable things.
"Every time I think about that Connel kicking us out of space for twelve months I wanta pound his head in with a wrench!" snarled Loring. Mason snorted. "Well, what's the use of hanging around here?" he asked. "That Connel wouldn't have us aboard the Polaris, even if we were cleared and had our papers. There ain't a thing we can do!" "Don't give up so easy.
"Yes, you beast," snorted the Deacon; "I'm safe, but no thanks to you. You done your best to kick my brains out. Twice your condemned heels jest grazed my eyebrows. All the thanks I git for tryin' to save you from being starved to death there in Chattanoogy, and git you back home. But you go back home all the same." He led the horse to a rock, mounted him, and started up the road.
Stanistreet tugged at the reins with both hands and pulled the mare almost on to her haunches; her hoofs shrieked on the iron road; she stood still and snorted, her forelegs well out, her hide smoking. When he had made quite sure that the animal's attitude was that of temporary exhaustion rather than of passion, Stanistreet changed seats, and gave the reins to Mrs.
"If he sends them back again," he directed, "tell him to go to one of the French firms in Regent Street who cater to dainty ladies." He positively snorted with indignation, while the page, listening, whistled again and looked down at the parcel which he carried. "An unwelcome customer, Jarvis?" inquired the voice of the man in the fitting room. "Quite unwelcome," said Jarvis. "I don't want him.
They found him just alighted from the raven-coloured horse, which was slightly flecked with blood as well as foam, and still panted with the exertions of the evening; though, answering to the caressing hand of its youthful rider, he arched his neck, shook his steel caparison, and snorted to announce his unabated mettle and unwearied love of combat.
The general puffed and snorted up his gravel walk and toward the shrubbery, behind which was a fish-pond, from which direction the sound came. Mrs. Burton followed, in time to see her nephew Budge help his brother out of the pond, while the general tugged at a large crawfish which had fastened its claw upon Toddie's finger.
He approached the still frightened horse, and Pete jerked the bridle-rein. The horse started back and snorted. "Stand 'round there, ye 'tarnal nuisance!" exclaimed Pete. But Hiram caught the bridle and snatched it from the other fellow's hand. "Just let me manage him a minute," said Hiram, leading the horse into the sunshine.
"Where are the fences?" quoth Andre-Louis, waving the hand that held the comb, as if to indicate the openness of the place. "Fences!" snorted the sergeant. "What have fences to do with the matter? This is terre censive. There is no grazing here save by payment of dues to the Marquis de La Tour d'Azyr." "But we are not grazing," quoth the innocent Andre-Louis. "To the devil with you, zany!
"No, sir," went on Bill, "them plugs has to be druv from inside; an' makin' free, genelmen, I'd make 'em twice as long as them you have ready." "Twice as long?" snorted Barry. "D' you mean these are all useless?" "P'raps not quite useless, Cap'n, but they ain't no blessed good, an' I bet my head on that.
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