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Updated: June 16, 2025
They went on in an antiphony of praise till March said: "Really, I don't see what's left me but to strike for higher wages. I perceive that I'm indispensable." "Why, old man, you're coming in on the divvy, you know," said Fulkerson. They both laughed, and when Fulkerson was gone, Mrs. March asked her husband what a divvy was. "It's a chicken before it's hatched." "No! Truly?"
"We lost him in the darkness not two hours back." They set to frying some venison steak. Excitedly and in antiphony Johnny and I detailed the day's adventure. Both the backwoodsmen listened in silence, but without suspending their cooking. "They didn't bother McNally," Bagsby decided.
Her answer came, still led by the commanding voice, like an antiphony of love: "I, Beatrice, take thee, Allan, to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health to love and to cherish, till death us do part, and thereto I give thee my troth!"
Timidly, at first, the music felt its way, as the people joined with a broken and uncertain cadence: the mingling of many little waves not yet gathered into rhythm and harmony. Soon the longer, stronger billows of song rolled in, sweeping from side to side as the men and the women answered in the clear antiphony. Hermas had often been carried on those
He stood sprayed by a Niagara of sound the crash of the elevated trains, clanging cars, pounding of rubberless tires and the antiphony of the cab and truck-drivers indulging in scarifying repartee.
Still gazing upon me through her glass, she uttered an uncompromising grunt; and then, turning to her niece 'Flora, said she, 'how comes he here? The culprits poured out for a while an antiphony of explanations, which died out at last in a miserable silence. 'I think at least you might have told your aunt, she snorted. 'Madam, I interposed, 'they were about to do so.
In their ugly blue uniform, skirts up to their knees, shapeless old peaked caps on their heads, they have all the sang-froid of an old non-commissioned officer. With a tram packed with howling colliers, roaring hymns downstairs and a sort of antiphony of obscenities upstairs, the lasses are perfectly at their ease. They pounce on the youths who try to evade their ticket-machine.
A stately grove received the travellers. A silence as of some high-arched cathedral reigned, broken occasionally by the antiphony of feathered songsters in the trees overhead. A pair of wild peacocks started up at the riders' approach and alighted again at a little distance. The ascent became steeper.
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