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"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.
You're spielin' a theory, but this condition sure knocks the spots outa your theory. Scurvy's catchin', an' that's why they've all got it, an' rotten bad at that. You an' me'll get it too, if we hang around this diggin'. B-r-r-r! I can feel the bugs crawlin' into my system right now." Smoke laughed skeptically, and knocked on a cabin door. "I suppose we'll find the same old thing," he said.
B-r-r-r! The water struck icy cold to my warm skin as I plunged deep into the heart of the great arching mass of water, which caught me just as I was rising to the surface and hurled me shoreward with irresistible force, rolling me over and over like a cork as it broke into a long line of hissing, pallid foam. But I knew exactly what to expect, and was fully prepared for it.
Edith screamed with laughter, and threw a handful of snow in his neck. "B-r-r-r!" she said; "it's getting cold! I'll knock the spots out of you on belly bumps!" She got on her feet, shook the snow from the edge of her skirt, flung herself face down on her sled, and shot like a blue comet over the icy slope. Johnny sped after her, his big sled taking flying leaps over the kiss-me-quicks.
"But what do you know about its being half-past nine?" demanded Bess. "And the train is standing still," said Nan. "Do you suppose we can be at Tillbury?" "Goodness! we ought to be," said Bess. "But it is so dark." "And Papa Sherwood would be down in the yards looking for me before this time, I know." "Well! what do you think it means?" demanded her chum. "And b-r-r-r! it's cold.
The whitefish were not plentiful that winter, and when the nets came up and Colin had to pick fish out, b-r-r-r, but it was cold! A great many of the fish were not ripe for spawning and had to be thrown back again, which delayed matters greatly and kept the party on the water for several days.
It all came back to him but standing out stronger than all the rest was the fact that he was lost. "Wonder how long I've slept," he muttered. "Seems as if I had been here a year. Lucky I awoke or I'd been stuck fast on that rock, for good and all. Whew! B-r-r-r! I think it's going to snow. Thought it was going to rain just before I went to sleep.
However he turned his eyes away, the fat heretic face had forced him to look at it. Meanwhile he had felt as if the devil himself was already stretching out his arm from the ample sleeve to seize him by the collar. "B-r-r-r!" he repeated, and hurried off to Saint Leonhard's chapel in the Golden Cross, where he sprinkled himself eagerly with holy water, and then sought Master Adrian.
It would have been something if I had had talent, but as it is, I am ruined for nothing. . . . It's cold, honoured friends. . . . Won't you have some? There is enough for all. . . . B-r-r-r. . . . Let us drink to the rest of his soul! Though I don't like him and though he's dead, he was the only one I had in the world, the only one.
She crouched in her seat, her hands clinging tightly to the box, her head turned as though expecting their pursuer to overtake them any moment. Suddenly Tom frowned. At the same time the engine gave a grating "b-r-r-r." "Oh, what is it?" "Oil's getting low Bad " she caught in answer. "Pulling some I'll fool him, though " He slowed down. "Don't " implored Robin. "We'll turn down this road.
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