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Willoughby, tremulously. "A man! nonsense, Kitty darling. A man walks; he doesn't go on all-fours, except when he is very, very small." "Hush! it's some one coming to help us. Watch him, Minnie dear. Oh, how dangerous!" "Do you really think so?" said Minnie, with evident pleasure. "Now that is really kind. But I wonder who it can be?" Mrs. Willoughby squeezed her hand, and made no reply.

Our postman always brings the mail just before the end of breakfast, and we can hear him click the gate as he comes in. This morning Jerry and Greg dashed for the mail together, and Greg squeezed through where Jerry thought he couldn't and got there first. When they came back, Jerry was saying: "Let me have it, won't you; it'll take you all day!" and dodging his arm over Greg's shoulder. "Messrs.

Then Laddie dropped the sheep and twisted the fish pole from my fingers, and I pushed him as hard as I could, but he was too strong. He lifted the sheep, pulled it to the bank, and rolled it, worked its jaws, and squeezed water from it, and worked and worked. "I guess you've killed it!" he said at last. "Goody!" I shouted. "Goody! Oh but I am glad it's dead!"

"Remember!" was all Paul said as he squeezed Jack's quivering hand, before jumping down the steps, boy fashion. It was enough to encourage the sorely distressed lad, for he had the greatest faith in Paul Morrison, the doctor's son, that any boy could ever place in a comrade; nor had the other ever failed to equal his expectations.

And each dashed against the other and flung his adversary to a distance. And each cast the other down and pressed him close to the ground. And each got up again and squeezed the other in his arms. And each threw the other violently off his place by boxing him on the breast. And each caught the other by the legs and whirling him round threw him down on the ground.

I was sorry I had ever shouted down to Bert Winton that maybe the passageway came out there. Anyway, I held the lantern into the passage way. It was a sort of an opening between two big rocks inside. Then I squeezed myself in and went ahead about thirty or forty feet, I guess. And that was every bit as far as I could go. The passageway just fizzled out against a great big rock.

No human being could have squeezed his way through it. It was late that night that he wrote and dispatched to headquarters the report which had amused Mr. Snyder. Two days later Mr. Snyder sat at his desk, staring with wide, unbelieving eyes at a telegram he had just received. It read as follows: HAVE SOLVED GUNNER MYSTERY. RETURNING.... OAKES. Mr. Snyder narrowed his eyes and rang the bell.

At last, after tearing them, and stamping on them, and pounding them between two stones, and biting the hardest parts, she thought they were sufficiently crushed; and rolling them up in a corner of her saree, she squeezed the juice through it on to her husband's temples, and put a little on his upper lip and into his ears, and some also on the spear-wound in his side.

I was pale, anxious and trembling, and I gently put my arm round her waist and spoke to her softly, whispering into the little curls over her ears. She seemed in a trance, so absorbed in thought was she. "Then her hand touched mine, and she pressed it, and I gently squeezed her waist with a trembling, and gradually firmer, grasp.

When they saw the prince they turned towards him, and one of them caught him up in his hand and held him up that all might see him. The prince was nearly squeezed to death, and seeing this the giant put him on the ground again. "Who are you, my little man?" asked the giant. "I am a prince," replied the prince. "Oh, you are a prince, are you?" said the giant. "And what are you good for?" said he.