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She waved them imperatively away, and they immediately vanished with cheerful alacrity from her austere presence, while Jennie also sped away without one backward glance. Miss Williams then turned to the watchman and observed more calmly: "Mr. Johnson, it seems we were all more frightened than hurt.
And the story of the star leads backward to one of the first things that man ever worshipped as he looked beyond the forest: the light of the heavens floating in the depth of space light that he wanted but could not grasp.
As to my own power over the heart of Anna I never entertained a doubt. She had betrayed it in a thousand ways and on a hundred occasions; nor had I been at all backward in letting her understand how highly I valued her dear self, although I had never yet screwed up my resolution so high as distinctly to propose for her hand.
"Yes," came in a faint whisper that sounded very hollow and strange. "Didn't you hear me shout!" "No." "I was afraid to cry too loud, because it goes backward so, rumbling all along the passage. Whereabouts is it?" "By the big birch-tree; just where we thought it couldn't be." "Eh? Speak up."
The house was quite large, and when Ruby and Maude walked around the lawn towards the back of the house, they found the schoolhouse, which was connected with the rest of the house by a long covered passage-way, so that the girls could go backward and forward in wet weather without getting wet.
"Go ober dem water one-time quick, sah; den you catch Bosh-bosh as him go for run away." "That's a smart idea," declared Dudley, never backward in giving credit for other persons' ideas. "Quite good," agreed the section commander of the patrol. "Over we go; the horses will have to swim."
As far, and as hard, as it seemed then to look forward to the grave, so far it seems now to look backward upon these emotions; so hard to recall justly that loath submission, as of the sacrificial bull, with which we stooped our necks under the yoke of destiny.
However, he ended by repeating almost the same things he had said to Mamma Gerard: "My son is nearly seven years old, and very backward, etc." The teacher appeared to listen to M. Violette with benevolent interest, inclining his geographical cranium every few seconds. In reality, he was observing and judging his visitors.
The thought had come, almost unbidden; yet why should it not be so? My thoughts went back to the White Orb. Strange, that it should have been I stopped. An idea had come, suddenly. The White Orb and the Green Sun! Were they one and the same? My imagination wandered backward, and I remembered the luminous globe to which I had been so unaccountably attracted.
The major's delight with the moccasins failed to cheer her up. Trying to win her smiles, he told her the moccasins were so beautiful that he wished to give them to a friend. Would she take the elk-hide away with her, and make another pair of moccasins for himself! She finally left, with strangely slow step, and backward glances.
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