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You won’t really know what I’m talking about until you’ve batted around space for a while. All I have to say adds up to one thing. You won’t like it, because it doesn’t sound scientific. That doesn’t mean it isn’t good science, because it is. Just remember this: when you’re in a jam, trust your hunch and not your head." The twelve stared at him, open-mouthed.
"Nary the ghost of a signal!" he said. "Now we come to Sunday before last. I only intimated, vaguely, that a hint of where I stood would be a comfort and played Jonah. The whale swallowed me at a gulp, and for all my inches, never batted an eye. You see, a few days before I showed her a letter from my brother Jerry, because I thought it might interest her.
For in such cases I'm apt to be the one that's handiest, and you know what that means. It's a matter of Torchy being joshed into tacklin' any old proposition that may be batted up, with Mr. Robert standin' by ready to spring the grin. Take this little go of his with the Hallam Beans excuse me, the F. Hallam Beans. Doesn't that sound arty? Well, that's what they were, this pair. Nothing but.
She had the use of both hands, and would not have noticed if her knife had been put where her fork should have been at table; but she threw stones, bowled, batted, played croquet, and also tennis in after years, with her left hand by preference, and she always held out her left hand to be handed from a carriage.
George Bross sat upon the dusty, grimy floor, batted his eyes, ruefully rubbed the back of his head, and marvelled at the reverberations inside it. Then he became conscious of P. Sybarite some three feet distant, regarding him with tight-lipped interest. "Good God!" George ejaculated with feeling. "Did you do that to me?" "I did," returned P. Sybarite curtly. "Want me to prove it?"
A pity he couldn't stop to make friends with them just now. Some dogs! Here pup! Gee! What a dog to own! The dogs whined and fawned upon him. Pedigree or no pedigree, rags and whiskey and dirt notwithstanding, they knew a man when they saw one, and Billy hadn't batted an eyelid when they tried their worst tramp barks on him.
"Necessary and accidental truths," answered the tutor, reading the subjects from his notes. "Hume and the causal law. The duality, or multiplicity, of the ego." "The hard-boiled ego," commented the boy the ruler; and he batted a swooping June-bug into space. "Sit down, idiot," said his sprightly mate. Conversation ceased. Instruction went forward. Their pencils worked.
He'd kill any man thet batted an eye at you.... An' through all this, because he's not Jack Kells of old, he's lost his pull with the gang. Sooner or later he'll split." "Have I any real friends among you?" asked Joan. "Wal, I reckon." "Are you my friend, Bate Wood?" she went on in sweet wistfulness. The grizzled old bandit removed his pipe and looked at her with a glint in his bloodshot eyes,
"Then Glenn knocked him flat. You ought to have heard that crack. Sounded like Charley hitting a steer with a club. Dad yelled: 'Look out, Glenn. He packs a gun! Ruff got up mad clear through I reckon. Then they mixed it. Ruff got in some swings, but he couldn't reach Glenn's face. An' Glenn batted him right an' left, every time in his ugly mug. Ruff got all bloody an' he cussed something awful.
But he reappeared again, and was soon swept into a game of cricket that was being got up among the elder boys; bowled the school-master; batted brilliantly and with considerable flourish for a few moments, only to knock his own wickets down with what seemed singular want of care; and then fielded with cat-like activity and an entire oblivion of the game, receiving a swift ball on his own person, only to choke, coil himself up, and recover his equanimity and the ball in a moment.
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