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Shorty's hand in the darkness went out warningly to Smoke's chest, and together they listened to a groan, deep and long drawn, that came from one of the cabins. Ere it could die away it was taken up by another cabin, and another a vast suspiration of human misery. The effect was monstrous and nightmarish. "B-r-r-r," Shorty shivered.
Whirlwinds scurried among the piles of dead leaves on the lawns, scattering them, chasing them madly around and around in circles. "B-r-r-r!" shivered Carroll. "Winter's coming." She kept herself busy about the house all the morning; ate her lunch in solitude. Outside, the fierce wind, rising in a crescendo shriek, howled around the eaves. The day darkened, but no rain fell.
"The body servant of the almoner, Pedro de Soto," was the reply. The bang of the closed outer door was heard at the same moment, for Cassian had rushed into the open air as fast as his feet would carry him. After leaving part of the street behind him, he stopped, and with a loud "B-r-r-r!" shook himself like a poodle that has just come out of the water.
Don't think a little thing like that will stop us." "How about it, Eagle-eye?" asked Tad. "No get um. Water him deep. Him cold, b-r-r-r! Pony drown, Indian drown. Mebby fat boy drown, too." "That seems to settle it," announced the Professor. "We shall have to hold a council of war, as Eagle-eye does not seem to have any suggestions to make. What have you to say about it, Master Tad?"
'Somebody has been at my papers, he shrieked; 'this letter has been photographed! B-r-r-r! I am not a coward, but I can tell you that my heart stood perfectly still; I saw myself as dead as Caesar, cut into mince-meat; and says I to myself, 'Fanfer excuse me Dubois, my friend, you are lost, dead; and I thought of Mme. Alexandre."
"Why! it's coming in a perfect sheet." "Sheet!" repeated Jennie Stone, with scorn. "Call it rather a blanket. And a thick one." "B-r-r-r! How cold it's grown!" cried Lluella. "The wind is coming with the snow, girls," shouted Helen. "Come on! let's bustle along home. This place was never meant for us to be bivouacked in.
While Georg was pacing up and down the room, Adrian gathered his books together, saying: "B-r-r-r, Junker, how you look to-day! One might be afraid of you. Mother is in there already. The tinder-box is rattling; she is probably lighting the lamp." "Are you busy?" asked Georg. "I've finished."
I did intend to pour the rest of it out in the henyard, but after that taste I had too much regard for the hens. So I carried it way down to the pond and threw it in, jug and all. B-r-r-r! Of all the messes that I used to wonder what made Josh Rogers go moonin' round makin' his lips go as if he was crazy. I thought he was talkin' to himself, but now I know better, he was TASTIN'. B-r-r-r!"
"B-r-r-r," Shorty shivered. "Suicide Camp. All fed up. I reckon they're all dead." "No peep at that." Smoke was looking farther along at a dim glimmer of light. "And there's another light and a third one there. Come on. Let's hike." No more corpses delayed them, and in several minutes, over a hard-packed trail, they were in the camp. "It's a city," Shorty whispered. "There must be twenty cabins.
Having bowed over it. "B-r-r-r," says Mr. Hadley. "Damn these east winds. Susan, you're a plague with your affections. You will have me talk about you, and I can't make you interesting, I hope, ma'am, we find Mr. Boyce well?" Alison drew back. "Why do you ask that? You have seen Mr. Waverton, of course." Mrs. Weston put down her work and folded her hands upon it.
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