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He knew to perfection how to bend his body like a bow under the impulse of a kick, and having received on one cheek a full-armed blow, he stuffed his tongue at once in that cheek and began to whine until a new blow passed the artificial swelling into the other cheek.
I was awful tired hungry and thirsty and my head swimming I just dropped out, meaning to catch up after a bit! I had a sore foot. Major Cleave's awful hard on me " "You're a disgrace to your company," said Cleave. "If we did not need even shadows and half men you would be drummed home to Thunder Run, there to brag, loaf, and rot " Steve began to whine. "I meant to catch up, I truly did!"
I have indeed one anchor yet aboard: I may whine over age and ill health, and their attendant poverty, from which a man will purchase escape at any cost. The situation tempts me to send an invitation to Euripides's Medea: will she come and recite certain lines of hers on my behalf, kindly making the slight changes needed?
Then Henry leaped lightly after him and as they climbed higher among the boughs the ferocious whine burst into a long terrible howl, and the dusky forms, running low, gaunt and ghostly in the shadow, shot from the forest, and hurled themselves at the beech tree.
His thumb-nail first try that!" Sweating and with every nerve a-quiver I watched that cruel knife, holding my breath in expectation of the coming agony, and then from the black gloom of the cliff beyond burst a sudden echoing roar, I heard the whine of a bullet and immediately all was confusion and uproar, shouts of dismay and a wild rush for shelter from this sudden attack.
The big husky had risen from the snow. He was standing at the full length of his chain, and as David disappeared among the spruce a low whine that was filled with a strange yearning followed him.
The elderly dame, part nurse, part nursery governess, presently came to take Miss Rivers out, but Miss Rivers, with a whine in her voice, insisted on going nowhere but to see the shooting, and Uncle Harry must come with her; and come he did, the little bony fingers clasping tight hold of one of his large ones. 'Dear Harry! said Flora, 'he wins every one!
He was joyfully welcomed by his faithful friend Oscar. "You poor dog," said he, "here have we been enjoying ourselves all the day, and you have been in prison. Come, shall we go for a run?" Oscar jumped up on him with a whine of delight; he knew what that taking up of the hat again meant.
The dog started, fawned upon him with a low whine; and, with many backward glances to make sure that he was following, led the way to a high rock which shelved inward, forming a sort of canopy above the bank. There, in the rude recess, as he felt confident would be the case, was the lost child.
"Some of him we can't keep. The quaint old gray twinkle the quiet, half-impudent, wholly confident poise with which he defied all comers that inexhaustible and incorrigible fund of humor those we lose. No use to whine we lose it; write it off, gulp, go on. "But other things we keep, none the less. The stimulus and impetus and inspiration are not lost, and shall not be.
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