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I put this notion away as foolish and baseless, but all the same the silent hall-room down-stairs seemed now larger and colder, and the flames curled and writhed toward the flue with a chill, metallic aspect, instead of the bright, honest glow of greeting. While I stood before the fire-place, still holding the candle in my hand, my aunt entered the room from the kitchen door.
"You've seen Allister?" At first it seemed that La Roche would not speak; then his wide, thin lips writhed back from his teeth. "Yes." "Where is he?" "Gone to the happy hunting grounds." The silence came and the pulse in it. One by one, by a natural instinct, the men looked about them sharply into the night and made sure of their weapons.
I've laid the facts before ye. Go or stay as you please." "That's all very well," snapped back the young man. "But I know what you'll think of me if I don't go." "What you'll think of yourself matters more. I haven't got to live with ye for forty years." Roy Beaudry writhed. He was sensitive and high-strung. Temperamentally he coveted the good opinion of those about him.
He writhed on his bed, and something appeared at his lips which was like froth. His lovely daughter sprang to him with a cry of fear and woe. But he was not dying; he was only mad with rage. "How dare you? How dare you?" he gasped. "You whelp of Satan!" "'Tis me that would not be fearing to dare anything," I rejoined calmly. "I would not so.
Still he did not cease his struggling, but as he twisted and writhed he only drew the cords more tightly and made his own helplessness more apparent. "I know who you are!" he shrieked. "I'll report you, every one! I'll give the whole list of your names to the president! I'll have you arrested! I'll put you in jail! You're a lot of thieves and low-down scoundrels!
The gypsy watched the priest retire in the direction of the Pont Notre-Dame. A cavalcade was heard in that direction. The young girl had recognized the spiteful recluse. Panting with terror, she tried to disengage herself. She writhed, she made many starts of agony and despair, but the other held her with incredible strength.
Others carried switches, of which I divined the use only too clearly, and the women were waving over their heads tame serpents, which writhed and wriggled hideously. It was an awful spectacle! I was dragged forth by these revellers; many of them were intoxicated, and, in a moment I blush even now to think of it I was stripped naked!
Again the ghost's hand moved slowly toward its mouth, and again the light tap upon his chest and two bullets lay upon the ground at his feet. His head felt strange and large, and inside his skull things were moving long, gray maggots that twisted, and writhed, and squirmed, like fishing worms in a can. He laughed flatly, a senile, cackling laugh.
Out in the ocean the carcass of the thermosaurus floated, claws outspread, belly glistening in the gray light, and over him circled two birds. As I reached the shelter I knelt and fired into the mass of scales, and at my first shot a horrible thing occurred the lizard-like head writhed, the slitted yellow eyes sliding open from the film that covered them.
He saw the weird, gnarled trunks of trees on either hand, that grew among sometimes writhed around the huge fantastic boulders: the dark cave-like recesses, formed strangely between and under them where the dwarfs lay hidden to emerge at dusk: the sides of the ravine towering up stern and gloomy on either hand: and high above all against the sky, the grey stone cross at which he was to meet Marie.
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