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"Do not turn me away, sir!" moaned Hodge; "do not dismiss me from your service because at last I have for once given the old hag a good bruising. She has deserved it a long time, and an angel himself must at last lose patience with her." "I turn you out of my service!" exclaimed John Heywood, as he wiped his eyes, wet with laughing.
Ah, well, yours be the hardest trouble, but you must put a brave face on it; we'll do the best we can; none of us can say no more." Mrs. Saunders wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron; Esther looked at her with her usual quiet, stubborn stare, and without further words mother and daughter went into the kitchen where the girls were at work.
As soon as the blood stains were wiped away, and the effusion partially stopped, Mrs. Slade carried the still insensible body into the next room, whither the distressed, and now completely sobered father, accompanied her. I went with them, but Slade remained behind. The arrival of the doctor was soon followed by the restoration of life to the inanimate body.
Here General Browne stopped, and wiped from his brow the cold perspiration with which the recollection of his horrible vision had covered it. "My lord," he said, "I am no coward.
Cooper had concluded with a fervent appeal, had wiped the perspiration from his massive brow, had said "Let us pray" as he was famed for saying it, and had duly prayed. There was a slight pause. In Glen St.
At this the widow held Mary's ankles more tightly, asking, while she wiped the drops from her brow: "What is going on?" and the child answered quickly, never taking her eyes off the scene: "Look, look up at the balcony of the Curia; there stands the chief of the Senate Alexander the dyer of purple he often used to come to see my grandfather, and grandmother could not bear his wife.
"The worst thing about the press agent's profession is that he has to risk his eternal salvation by making up plausible lies to satisfy the newspapers when he could give 'em better stories which are actually true if they would take 'em on his say so," he said, as he wiped the froth from his mustache.
They may just as well try to stop a railway train. Steam's up, and I'm off." He laughed and wiped his forehead. Slightly vexed at the small amount of discoverable astonishment on the farmer's face, he continued, "You don't think much of it. Why, there ain't another man but myself Boyne's Bank would trust. They've trusted me thirty year: why shouldn't they go on trusting me another thirty year?
She had to apologize for not shaking hands with him, because her fingers were covered with paint that had been hastily but ineffectually wiped off on a rag before she answered his knock. He murmured something about not coming before because of his work, but she would not let him finish, saying, intensely, "We know how precious every minute is to you."
"Ho! so it is," cried the smith, finishing off the piece of work with a small hammer, while Ruby rested on the one he had used and wiped the perspiration from his brow. "It always serves me in this way, lad," continued the smith, without pausing for a moment in his work. "Blow away, Ruby, the sea is my greatest enemy. Every day, a'most, it washes me away from my work.
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