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Had he fired at that moment there was no doubt that he would have been killed at the next breath. Something stuck in Gage's throat. He did not raise his rifle, but instead he growled: "You're a fine lot, to bring a small army against one man!" "We have as much right here, Gage, as you have, spoke Tom, steadily. "What do you want here!" "We have come to look this claim over." "Get off, then.
But did you ever see a person slowly swell up and turn purple, with frothy bubbles forming under the skin, while his blood boils in the Big Vacuum? That was my buddy, Ed Kraft..." Lieutenant Harvey Diamond gasped. Huge, strangling hiccups came out of his throat. His eyes went wild. The Kuzaks had to hold him, while Mitch Storey ran to phone Doc Miller.
"Some time," he said, deliberately, "when there's no ladies around, I'll tell you what I think she looks like." And the little glow of color in Miss Gussic Fink's smooth cheek became a crimson flood that swept from brow to throat. "Oh, well," snickered Miss Sweeney, to hide her own discomfiture, "this is little Heiny's first New Year's Eve in the dining-room. Honest, I b'lieve he's shocked.
Anderson was a large woman, but delicately articulated, with small hands, and such tiny feet that she toppled a little when she walked. Her complexion was like a child's, and she fluffed her thick white locks over her ears and swathed her throat high in soft laces, concealing all the aged lines in face and figure with innocent feminine arts. Randolph adored his mother.
Hurling himself at the man's throat, in silent ferocity, he well-nigh turned the nocturnal battle into a killing. But Roodie's left arm, by instinct, flew up to guard his threatened jugular. Through coat and shirt and skin and flesh, as in the case of Lady's slayer, the great dog's teeth clove their way; their rending snap checked only by the bone of the forearm.
I therefore answered his greeting cordially, and congratulated him on his late escape in circumstances when escape seemed impossible. "Ay," he replied, "there is as much between the craig and the woodie* as there is between the cup and the lip. But my peril was less than you may think, being a stranger to this country. * i.e. The throat and the withy.
He turned over with movements singularly suggestive of a child seeking a comfortable position in bed, and lay quite still, his cheek on the pavement and his staring eyes turned towards the cellar-door from which he had emerged. "He has his affair that parishioner," muttered Barlasch, looking at him with a smile that twisted his mouth to one side. And, as he spoke, the man's throat rattled.
"A warm Southern clime will be beneficial to my throat. It does not take kindly to our Northern weather, even at the best." In the days that followed there was plenty of work for the moving picture girls in the film studio. They had to take part in several little dramas that had to be completed before the sea scenes in the ocean play were undertaken.
"I have tried to do my duty by her," she said, simply; "I love her so much." "Yes," said the cooper, clearing his throat, and speaking a little huskily, "we all love her as if she was our own. She has been so long with us that we have come to think of her as our own, and and it won't be easy at first to give her up." "My friend," said Mrs.
Instantly Clare had him by the throat, so that he could not utter a sound. "Tommy," he said, "I'm going to let you breathe again, but the moment you make a noise, I'll choke you as I'm doing now." With that he relaxed his hold. But Tommy had paid no heed to what he said, and began a second screech the moment he found passage for it.
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