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But the line of human progress is like a mountain road, veering and twisting, and often appearing to turn back upon itself, and having many by-roads, which lead us astray. If we know but a few miles of it we cannot tell whether it leads north or south or due west.
As he raised his voice which he did by twisting his mouth on one side, and working his chin to adjust his enormous quid the drawling tone in which he spoke gave a picture not easily forgotten. "You must pay more attention to the arrivals," said he in a commanding tone.
She sat there for some time looking out upon the ocean and the moon-glade, glistening and twisting over the waves like a great serpent. Of a sudden she threw over her shoulders a thick cloak, and, by a dark back passage of the old house, stole out into the moonlight. She felt a desire to walk along the cliff and to soothe her nerves with the deep booming of the waves along its base.
Long moments of throbbing echoes; then the car appeared, a mile or so down the cañon, twisting along the rocky walls which rose sheer from the road, threading the innumerable bridges which spanned the little stream, at last to break forth into the open country and roar on toward Dominion. The drowsy gasoline tender rose.
Why should he suffer all that public misjudgment and humiliation, all that pain and twisting of the conscience on Morgan's account? What would it avail in the end? Perhaps Ollie would prove unworthy his sacrifice for her, as she already had proved ungrateful. Even then the echo of her testimony against him was in his ears.
It was a sorrowful harp, the voice of that fiend. It was like the wind following the eddy into Lookout Cavern. Now it went choking that great sailor at the throat; look, he was mild, he was a simple man for crying. The tears rolled in his cheek, they sparkled there like the champagne. Oh my, the song was done. He was dumb, the great sailor, twisting his mustache.
Forward again, and twisting a corner, we beheld the indented edge of the stockade. Still no hail, nor had our moccasined feet betrayed us as we sought the river side of the fort and drew up before the big river gates of it. Simon Kenton bore against them, and tried the little postern that was set there, but both were fast. The spikes towered a dozen feet overhead.
Then he struggled again to free himself turning and twisting himself this way and that; tugging frantically, fiercely, desperately but uselessly to burst his fetters; and all the while the old ogre smiled down upon him, and nodded his head, and placidly whetted his knife; mumbling, from time to time, "The moments are precious, they are few and precious pray the prayer for the dying!"
We only beat young Fortescue, a stranger in the town, by two hundred, and they had four hundred the time before." He paused and added, "Lady Mildmay's very much liked in the town." "Come, Blair, I'm sure we shan't be worse off in that respect anyhow," said Marchmont, laughing. "Oh, I've nothing to do with you, I've given you up," cried Blair, twisting his good-humoured face into a fierce scowl.
To have saved himself he would have had to spare his brother and allow the intriguing to go on. Well, it made no difference here he was. "And it ain't so much, anyway," he said, "if one boy like me does get misjudged, as long as the ship is saved and those papers about the motor were found." So he tried to comfort himself, sitting there alone, twisting his fingers and gulping now and then.
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