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She flashed words occasionally at John Derringham, and he knew, and was horribly conscious all the time, that once he would have found her most brilliant, but that now it was exactly as when he had looked at the X-ray photograph of his own broken ankle, where the sole thing which made a reality was the skeleton substructure.
Barry, what has happened to her?" she gasped, more white and shaken than the self-contained, sensible Marilla had been for many years. Anne herself answered, lifting her head. "Don't be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridgepole and I fell off. I expect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things."
Half sobbing, the woman explained that the child had sprained its ankle. "I'm just about done," she gasped; "an' the sight o' you two young gen'lemen runnin' up the 'ill finished me. I ain't the leaky sort," she added fiercely, still gasping and trembling. Then she bent down and tried to lift the heavy child, which moaned feebly. "You run on, Jonathan," said Desmond. "Why?"
He stretched out his hand and caught hold of Rickie's ankle. "I've got that Miss Pembroke to lunch that girl whom you say never's there." "Then why go? All this week you have pretended Miss Pembroke awaited you. Wednesday Miss Pembroke to lunch. Thursday Miss Pembroke to tea. Now again and you didn't even invite her." "To Cambridge, no.
But the word "lame" had roused all Mollie's sympathy. "How lame are you?" she asked. "Is it a wound? I am lame too only a sprained ankle, but I should hate to walk from here to Chauncery." "Of course you couldn't," the motorist said kindly. "I am not so bad as that. My wound healed long ago, but it has left rather a crocky foot behind.
And in a minute or less Harry heard a welcome click that told him his new found friend a friend in need, indeed, he was proving himself to be, had succeeded. His ankle was free. He struggled to his feet, and there was a moment of exquisite pain as the blood rushed through his ankle and circulation was restored to his numbed foot. But he was able to stand, and, although limpingly, to walk.
Great God! it was chained to an enormous iron bolt. He started to rise; the sharp links of the chain cut his ankle as the great ball rolled away from him. With a cry of madness he flung himself on the harsh pine pallet, groaning his heart out in bitter anguish and maledictions. In time food was brought him, but he sat supine, staring ghastly at the dull-eyed orderly, silent, unquestioning.
No one would expect any dire results to come of simply spraining a young man's ankle on a steamer; but they did; which is the way many disasters occur and often we don't find out why even afterwards, though in this case Lord Torrington did, thanks to me.
In the meantime, Martin and Henry brought in the poor Indian, and laid her down on the floor at some distance from the fire, for though she was nearly dead with the cold, too sudden an exposure to heat would have been almost equally fatal. Mr. Campbell examined her ankle, and with a little assistance reduced the dislocation.
To send his sheep into the wolf's mouth." "You forget, dear sire, that William is our king." "I can hardly forget that, with this pretty ring upon my ankle. But after my experience of how he has kept faith with me, what can I expect for Waltheof the wittol, save that which I have foretold many a time?" "As for you, dear sire, the king has been misinformed concerning you.
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