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The avalanche from near the summit of the Sangre de Christo had struck the cliff and with its incalculable tons tilted it, piling itself hundreds of feet in the depth about us. The cliff might fall at any moment and blot us out of existence. Reaching a point of sight near the open space at the edge of the base of the cliff we could see something of the awful havoc wrought by the avalanche.
That "ripple of excitement" which we read about so often in connection with belles and balls went round the room. Frosty and I led the way, and the rest of the "biscuit-shooter brigade," as the others called us, followed two by two. Then came the real Wild West show, with their hats tilted far back on their heads and brazen faces which it pained me to contemplate.
I understood the main fact, but that is about all. You didn't tell me what happened after." The professor's chair, which had been tilted negligently back, came down with a thud. "After?" he murmured meekly. "After ?" "I mean," prompted Desire gently, "did she marry the other man?" "The other man? I I don't know." The professor was willing to be truthful while he could.
He did not know, evidently, that she was more accustomed to giving commands than to obeying them; her lips gave a little quirk of amusement at his mistake. "You go on. I don't want a guide." He tilted his head peremptorily toward the blurred trail ahead. Billy Louise laughed a little. She did not feel in the least embarrassed now. "Do you never get what you don't want?" she asked him mildly.
She put her tea cup on the tray with a little tinkle and suddenly covered her eyes with the palms of her hands. "Oh, oh, oh!" she cried. "Why couldn't he have been satisfied?" "What is it, my dear?" "Money," she answered with a staggering breath. "Money. And it couldn't buy a moment that was as sweet as this." The fair curly head tilted forward into the black silk lap. Mrs.
Our hopes were raised; but he spoke only of one man. How long the time appeared occupied in reaching the spot! Even through the gloom we could now distinguish the outline of our log hut, which had grounded on a bank among some strong fences and brushwood, and was now fixed securely, partly tilted over. "Who is there? who is there?" we shouted. "Father, father! we are Malcolm and Harry!"
Forgetful of everything, save only of each other and their great love, their lips clung together. Presently he tilted her head back. Her face was white, the shadowed eyes like two dark stains on the ivory bloom of a magnolia. "Beloved! . . . Nan, say that you love me let me hear you say it!" "You know!" Her voice shook uncontrollably. "You don't need to ask me, Peter.
Him and Ginger turned and crept up behind the old man on tiptoe, and then all of a sudden he tilted Sam's cap over 'is eyes and flung his arms round 'im, while Ginger felt in 'is coat-pockets and took out a leather purse chock full o' money.
"Well, we got here," he announced, including the whole cavalcade with one sweeping gesture. "Started before daylight, too, so we wouldn't miss none of the doings." He tilted his head toward Dade's ear and jerked his thumb towards the wagon. "Say!
He was a slim young man, tall enough to wear his clothes like the Apollos you see pictured in tailors' advertisements. Indeed, he much resembled those young men. He wore light gray, with the coat buttoned at the bottom and loose over his manly chest. He also wore a gray hat tilted over one temple in the approved style for illustrated catalogues.
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