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So I took him and kept him warm in my pocket. Since then he has been quite frisky. She poked her fingers through the wire netting and stroked the rabbits' backs. 'Wouldn't you say it was satin? she continued. 'They are dressed like princes. And ain't they coquettish! Look, there's one who is always cleaning himself. He wears the fur off his paws.... If only you knew how funny they are!
He didn't know Greek or Latin, but he had read the translations and he knew the Bible from A to Z and he could sing in a deep voice, and when he preached he made you scared and ashamed. They petted me a lot both Aunt Melissa and Uncle Lemuel. They held me on their laps and stroked my head, and asked me about Sunday School and whether I really loved Jesus or only just said so.
And it was just as if he had said: "Now, you're a fairly bright sort of youth, and you haven't done so badly in life; and as a reward I mean to admit you to the privilege of hearing about our ill-luck, which for some mysterious reason reflects more credit on me than your good luck reflects on you, young man." And he stroked his straggling grey beard.
"Read the letter, John," said Grace. "I don't know exactly how to answer it." John read the letter, and seemed to grow more and more quiet as he read it. Then he came and stood by Grace, and stroked her hair gently. "I wish, Gracie dear," he said, "you had asked my advice about this matter years ago. You loved Walter, I can see you did; and you sent him off on my account. It is just too bad!
The dead man may be forgiven for the sake of your virtues; but your love is due to this nobler soul the real son of your husband, the poet of Egypt, the preserver of the king's life." Setchem rose and went up to Pentaur, she smiled at him and stroked his face and breast. "It is he," she said. "May the Immortals bless him!"
"Well," and Neil stroked his mustache thoughtfully, "I am not sure but that it is a good idea to beard the old woman in her den. You will be likely to succeed where others would fail, and when you are sure of her fortune send for me."
He closely held the hand she had not withdrawn, and often lifted it to his lips. Sometimes he stroked the heavy braid, gently ran his hands across the tired shoulders, or eased her into a different position. There was not a doubt in his mind of one thing. He was having a royal, good time, and he was thankful for the work he had set his assistants that kept them out of the room.
"Here is indeed the stone," said he, and stroked his beard, "on IT sat I yester-morn; and here came the soothsayer unto me, and here heard I first the cry which I heard just now, the great cry of distress. O ye higher men, YOUR distress was it that the old soothsayer foretold to me yester-morn,
In her I saw the continuation of my life, and it was not exactly that I fancied, but I felt, I almost believed, that when I had cast off at last my long, bony, bearded frame, I should go on living in those little blue eyes, that silky flaxen hair, those dimpled pink hands which stroked my face so lovingly and were clasped round my neck. Sonya's future made me anxious.
"Ships are not apt to approach this isolated spot, and even if they did, how could we give a signal of distress?" Johnston stroked his dark beard thoughtfully, then he pointed toward the shore. "There are some driftwood and seaweed," he said; "with my sun-glass I can soon have a bonfire." He took a piece of punk from a waterproof box that he carried in his pocket and focussed the sun's rays on it.
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