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Updated: June 12, 2025
Fortunately, his gratitude was stronger than his resentment, and he never seemed to forget that he owed his life to Betty, running to meet her whenever she appeared, instantly obeying her commands, and suffering no one to molest her when he walked watchfully beside her, with her hand upon his neck, as they had walked out of the almost fatal backyard together, faithful friends for ever.
Have they not already learned to crawl past mile after mile of backyard and back garden at such a snail's pace that we have come to know like an old friend every disreputable garment hung out on the clothes-lines of a score of suburbs? Do they not stand still at the most unreasonable places with the obstinacy of an ass?
Then one day another old beer-belly sagged in. 'Say, you got any more barrels of dot sauerkraut? he wants to know. 'That what? I asks. 'Dot sauerkraut, says he, 'like dot in the backyard. I gif you goot price for a whole barrel, says he. And here I'd give away a whole barrel! I might've got a dollar a pound for the stuff. I don't know what it might be worth to a Dutchman."
Ruth, she believed, would know just how to handle this ticklish situation. Just then Tess and Dot appeared, taking a walk through the yard with their very best dolls. Naturally they were surprised to see Agnes talking in the backyard with a strange man, and both stopped, curiously eyeing Mr. Sorber. Dot's finger involuntarily sought the corner of her mouth.
He was tryin' to get the blindfold off his eyes, but he couldn't because it was a towel in a pretty hard knot; and he went tearin' all around the backyard, and we didn't chase him, or anything. All we did was just watch him and that's when he fell in the cellar. Well, it didn't hurt him any.
This glorious spot, once sacred to our dreams, was like a great backyard the Backyard of the County while the view we loved as the birthplace of all possible adventure, seemed to me now without spaciousness or distinction. The trees and hedges cramped the little fields and broke their rhythm. No great winds ever swept them clean.
The door to the seventeenth floor opened, and they stepped forth into the lighted hallway. "Now what?" asked Kitty, bubbling. "The floor below, and one of the other lifts, what?" Twenty minutes later the two of them, arm in arm, turned into Broadway. "This, sir," began Kitty with a gesture, "is Broadway America's backyard in the daytime and Ali Baba's cave at night.
But He could not expect us to love His enemies. Albert, when we came to it, we found a ruin indeed. The German guns had beaten upon it until it was like a rubbish heap in the backyard of hell. Their malice had wrought a ruin here almost worse than that at Arras. Only one building had survived although it was crumbling to ruin.
Watty would lean back comfortably in a basket easy-chair on his wide veranda, and clasp his hands, in a calm, contented way, while the Army banged the drum and got steam up, and whilst, perhaps, there was a barney going on in the bar, or a bloodthirsty fight in the backyard. On such occasions there was something like an indulgent or fatherly expression on his fat and usually emotionless face.
The other attended him without suspicion of his design; and Baneelon no sooner found himself in a backyard, than he nimbly leaped over a slight paling, and bade us adieu. The following public order was issued within the date of this chapter, and is too pleasing a proof that universal depravity did not prevail among the convicts, to be omitted.
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