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A lump of white clay lay on either side of the old man, and the younger, yielding to some impulse which was upon him, stooped and daubed himself over with it in streaks and splashes, and then went back to the fire and sat down again.
The girl stooped down, and, passing her hands through his shaggy coat, examined every part of his body and limbs, in fear all the while of meeting with the red stain of a bullet. Fortunately the sergeant's aim had not been true. Neither wound nor scratch had Cibolo received; and as he sprang around his young mistress, he appeared in perfect health and spirits.
My friends would kill you if they caught you here." Evander begged a boon. "May I kiss your hand before I go?" Brilliana tried to smile. "A Cavalier would not have asked." "I am Puritan, ingrain," he asserted. "You are a dear gentleman." She sighed and held out her hand. As he stooped to salute it the door was dashed open and a man booted and spurred flung into the room.
The woman knocked, and by the time it opened, he was near enough to hear what passed. It was a grave and stately, but very happy-looking man that opened it, and he knew at once it was St. Peter. When he saw the woman, he stooped and kissed her.
He started, and dropped his stick. She stooped quickly, picked it up for him, and settled herself at his side. "I I didn't expect to go, Victoria," he answered. "You see," she said, "it's useless to try to slip away. I saw you from the balcony." "How's your mother feeling?" he asked. "She's asleep. She seems better to me since she's come back to Fairview." Mr.
Rather than permit the abhorred administration to have the glory of pacificating the country, this lofty Roman stooped to a coalition with his personal enemy, Henry Clay, the champion and the soul of the protectionist party. No words can depict the bitterness of Calhoun's disappointment and mortification at being distanced by a man whom he despised so cordially as he did Van Buren.
Bucklaw stooped to pick up his prey, but a man burst on him from the trees. He saw that the game was up and he half raised his knife, but that was only the mad rage of the instant. His revenge did not comprise so unheard-of a crime. He thought he had killed Iberville: that was enough. He sprang away towards the spot where his comrades awaited him. Escape was his sole ambition now.
They waited a minute but Trouble did not growl. "Why don't you make a noise?" asked Janet. Trouble gave a grunt. "What's the matter?" asked Ted. "I I can't growl 'cause I'm all stuck under here," answered the voice of the little fellow, from far under the couch. "I can't wiggle!" "Oh, dear!" cried Janet. Teddy stooped and looked beneath the couch.
A whippoorwill began to call, and the wind sighed in the trees. Juba, the negro, moved closer to his master; then upon an impulse stooped, and lifting above his head a great rock, threw it with might into one of the shallow pools. The crashing sound broke the spell of the loneliness and quiet that had fallen upon the place.
I would have stooped to his forehead, but he put up his arm with an extremely boyish, inoffensive gesture, almost with a sob, I thought, to draw me closer. I would have had that kiss as passionless as though it had been given to a child. The Cradlebow's breath was pure upon my cheek but I was compelled to feel the answering flame creep slowly in my own blood. "Never ask me to do that again!"
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