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She would "take back" everything she had said. She would never leave him. She would be good. Mrs. Byrne tugged at her cape. "Whist! Whist! What's come over yuh, woman? What is it?" "It's Dinny!" That was all that could be had out of her. Even when she reached her home again, and Mrs.
"Lively, Ned!" Ned held back only for a second. Then, realizing that the time to act was now or never, and that even if he ran he could hardly save himself, he advanced to Tom's side. The smoke was choking and stifling them, and the flames, coming from beneath the auto truck, made them gasp for breath. Together Tom and Ned tugged at the nearest case of powder the one that was ablaze.
They sat down at the table and Antonie, taking pleasure in seeing to his comfort, forgot for a moment the foolish ache that tugged at her body and at her soul. The wine made him talkative. He related everything that interested him his professional trips across country, the confinements that sometimes came so close together that he had to spend twenty-four hours in his buggy.
As he tore wildly from side to side, the natives dodged under the lasso, slipping it over their heads, and swung themselves over their saddles, hanging in one stirrup, to aid their trained horses to steady themselves as the bullock tugged violently against them.
"You shall die for that, you half-wit," he cried. Lieutenant Butzow, he of the Royal Horse, rushed forward to prevent the assault and Emma von der Tann sprang from her saddle and threw herself in front of Barney. Butzow grasped the other officer's arm. "Are you mad, Schonau?" he cried. "Would you kill the king?" The fellow tugged to escape the grasp of Butzow. He was crazed with anger.
The spectators beheld the jolting vehicle come slowly and gratingly along, like a sturdy recusant, holding back, until the straining horses had tugged it by main force to the brink of the fissure. Here the animals stopped, snorted, eyed the sheer descent with twitching ears and quivering skins, as though they said in equine language, "We're surely not required to drag it down this!"
Hap Smith was the first man down; he toppled, steadied himself, fired again and collapsed, sliding down against the dash board and thence to the ground. His horses had plunged, leaped and in a tangle of straining harness tugged this way and that a moment and then with the stage jerking and toppling after them went down over a six-foot bank and into the thicket of willows along the creek bed.
She did not comprehend the tempest that raged within him until he had her by the shoulders, his fingers crushing into her soft flesh like the jaws of a trap, shaking her as a terrier might shake a rat, till the heavy coils of hair cascaded over her shoulders, and for a second fear tugged at her heart. For she thought he meant to kill her.
The men, with drawn and heavy faces, waited patiently. The women collected and watched their restless flocks. The baby tugged at its mother's breast. The little sister carried the next-to-baby in her arms. The boys, as usual, wandered everywhere undismayed and peered curiously into everything. The crowds were not disorderly or turbulent; there was no shrieking or groaning.
Warm and full of curves, they tugged at his heart. They roused desire. Yet, had it been his blessed privilege to touch them with his own, he would have been very gentle about it. A man must needs always be gentle with her, he thought. That was why he must not utter the phrases that burned within. It would only frighten her, and he must see that she was never frightened again.
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