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"Feel a bit chilly? You'd better put on this sweater." She took it from him but laid it aside. "No. The air's too warm," she said. "Oh, ho, I'm so sleepy," and she stretched herself out again with her hands under her head. "I'm not," said Martin. "I'm tremendously awake. Let's talk if you're not in a hurry to get back." "I'm very happy here," she answered. "But must we have that lamp?
"Head hurt much?" said Ralph. "Yes, horribly; and I've left that old iron pot behind. Air's cool to it, though." "Shall I bind it up?" "No: don't bleed. I say." "Yes." "How are we going to meet our fathers to-morrow morning? Nice state the poor lads are in." Ralph uttered a gasp at the thought of it. There was no leading prisoners back in triumph, with their hands bound behind them.
"Well," said one of them, shuddering, "you haven't found that dog yet, I see." "No," said Van Bibber. "Oh, no. I've given up looking for the dog. I'm just driving around enjoying myself. The air's so invigorating, and I like to feel the snow settling between my collar and the back of my neck."
You are weary no wonder, There's weight and there's gloom Hanging heavily round In each over full room. Be sure all the trouble Is profit and gain For there's head ache and heart-ache, And fever and pain Hovering round, settling down In the closeness and heat Let the wind sweep right through Till the air's fresh and sweet, Jarrold and Sons.
We're going to have a race for it even though we manage as I'm thinking to. So get out of the way and don't talk. Again the air's getting too dam'd thick for you all remaining here. There's hardly as muckle as would keep a canary living," and again he called to those on the other side to beware of the shots, and again ran out to a place of safety while the explosions took place.
There was not a sign of life over the heavy waters, not a boat, not a bird, not an island even. "Not much doing," commented Geoffrey, "but the air's good." "Not quite like a lake, it is?" his host reflected. That was true. A lake had always appealed to Geoffrey, both to his sense of natural beauty and to his instinct for sport.
But what's the matter with a captive balloon, and letting fresh-air cranks sleep in a big basket bed say, at five hundred feet? Or a thousand a thousand would be better. The air's purer." "With a net below," says I, "in case they should turn over and fall out of bed! It's funny nobody ever thought of it before!" "Isn't it?" exclaimed Mrs. Dick. "And we've all sorts of ideas. Dick Mr.
Gaily the pure water, air's first cousin, fleeted along the rude aqueduct, whose sides and floor it had made green with grasses. The path, bearing it close company, threaded a wilderness of briar and wild-rose.
It is important that parts that are covered should be kept cleaner than parts exposed to the air, as dirt is more apt to fester in dark places; besides, parts exposed to the air have the advantage of the air's sweetening properties; air acts as a bath, and purifies the skin amazingly.
"Yer a most fit an' proper darter for the Wild a ho!" sneezed Dick, with sudden violence, while Mary glanced quickly up and opened her eyes very wide. "Whisst to a hah! whew! wot a tickler! I raally think the mountain air's a-goin' to make me subjick to catchin' colds." March took no notice of the remark. His attention was at that moment divided between Mary's eyes and a marrow-bone.
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