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"'He had, perhaps, been in the chamber for hours. The mud from his boots had dried, and he moved with such rapidity on the points of his toes We saw him running, but we did not hear his steps. "I suddenly put an end to this idle chatter void of any logic, and made a sign to Larsan to listen. "'There below; some one is shutting a door.
Without our consent or our understanding, he had done the thing which had so shocked us when he said it with his lips; the heathen sat in judgment, weighing the sins of our little world. "Yes?" he seemed to murmur. "And then?" The minister's eyes widened; pain lifted him on his toes. "I am an adulterer," he cried. "And my child is a a bastard.
Grandpa Grumbles kept saying over and over to himself, "You were ill, and it is not funny, To call the Doctor and pay out money." Tippy Toes shouted at last so loud he could be heard, "Grandpa, I have a funny nose, But my real name is Tippy Toes." Grandpa Grumbles answered him, "Snubby Nose, you can't fool me, Though I'm foolish as can be."
Eleanor Ray limped slightly from having her toes stepped on. These five declined stoutly to leave the Hall again that night. "You can't very well go; that's flat," Leslie agreed. "I ought to stay here, too. See that." She turned her back, displaying a large discoloration on one shoulder about two inches above the low-cut bodice of the old gold satin evening gown she wore.
So a hen closes its toes at every step it takes, as if it grasped something, and, of course, when it settles down on its roost, they grasp that tight and hold it fast till morning.
The poet may not always be conscious of this, any more than Keats was; his traits may be so broadcast that he is in the position of the philosopher who, from the remote citadel of his head, disowns his own toes; nevertheless, a sense of tingling oneness with him is the secret of nature's attraction.
Large feet, whose toes were usually turned in, like those of the Indian, were wielded by limbs whose vigor and activity were in keeping with the figure they supported.
"Shucks! no," said Show Low at the idea of presenting Echo with anything on wheels. Echo then guessed: "Sewing-machine." Sage-brush encouraged her, "That's something like it go on go on." "Well, then, it's a " Sage-brush grew more excited. He raised and lowered himself on his toes, backing toward the piano. "Go it, you're gettin' there," he shouted. "It's a "
Life is never logical, it is only alive. If man had been made by machinery his body would not have been erratically hairy; his toes would long since have been improved away or welded together by an American patentee; nor would there have remained, for our humiliation, those traces of a caudal appendage which some osteologists have thought to perceive in our distinguished anatomy; our brotherhood to the beasts would have been betrayed only by our behaviour.
"Doctor," said I, "if I seem surprised you must remember that in my day it was an adage that no man over forty-five ought to allow himself to run for a car, and as for women, they stopped running at fifteen, when their bodies were put in a vise, their legs in bags, their toes in thumbscrews, and they bade farewell to health."
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