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"Don't laugh, Vic!" said Patricia, laying her hand upon his arm. "The lady behind will see you." "Steady it is," said Vic. "But I feel as if I were the elephant in the circus. I say, can we execute a flank movement, or must we go through to the bitter end?" "Adrien," said Patricia, "do you think this night air is good for the baby?" "We shall go on a bit yet," said Adrien. "Mrs.
"It is a great pity," she answered, stiffly, "because of Kynaston." "I shall never set foot at Kynaston again." Her colour rose a little after all, she was a cunning little old lady. The little fox-terrier lay on the rug between them; she stooped down and patted it. "Good dog, good little Vic," she said, a little nervously; then, with a sudden courage, she looked up at her son again.
Extra gloriam is sometimes put for sine gloria, especially by the late writers. His. 1, 49: extra vitia. Hand's Turs. 2, 679. IX. Revertentem, etc. Returning from his command in Britain. Divus. Cf. notes, G. 28; His. 2, 33. Vesp. ascivit. By virtue of his office as Censor, the Emperor claimed the right of elevating and degrading the rank of the citizens. Vic. Caes. 9.
I'd never told her that she might call me Betty; and I hate having persons I don't care for take hold of my name, without using a handle to touch it. It makes me feel as I did when I was a child, and Mother commanded me to let myself be kissed by unkissable and extraneous grown-ups. Thank goodness, Vic and I have come into the world with something of poor Father's sense of humour.
"Daniels and Haines, suppose you count them off agin' the rest of your gang, Pete. That leaves Barry for you." He grinned maliciously. "D'you know what Barry it is?" "It's a kind of common name, Vic." "Pete, have you heard of Whistlin' Dan?" No doubt about it, he had burst the confidence of the sheriff into fragments.
It showed how fast Pete Glass could work and how well he knew Alder, for Vic himself could not have selected five cooler fighters among the villagers or five finer mounts. The posse switched around the end of the street and darted up the hill like the curling lash of a whip. "Good," said Vic Gregg. "The damn fools will wind their horses before they hit the pass."
"Darn such a country!" is what she said, gritting the words between her teeth. "See anything of 'em?" bellowed Vic from the spring below, where he was engaged in dipping up water with a tomato can and pouring it over his head, shivering ecstatically as the cold trickles ran down his neck. Helen May glanced down at him with no softening of her eyes.
Burlee!" shrieked the yell-leader as Vic leaped over the goal line and the rooters roared: The Sunrise hope! And that's the dope! Never quails! Never fails! Burleigh! Burly! Burlee! A difficult kick from a sharp angle sent the ball through the air one inch wide of the goal post, and the bleachers counted five.
They were nearing the goats scattered over the slope that was shadiest, chosen for Vic's comfort and not because of any thought for his charges. Vic himself was sprawled in the shade of a huge rock, and for pastime he was throwing rocks at every ground squirrel that poked its nose out of a hole.
I knew that Miss Woodburn rather fancied me, and I was quite pleased to take her up to her room, when she and her elder cousin arrived, about an hour before dinner. I stopped for a few minutes, and then left her with her maid, while I went to help Vic, and get myself ready.
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