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That bramble seemed to have neither beginning nor end, it branched out in all directions and was set with multitudinous and powerful thorns. Lucia stood still, being indeed unable to move, and watched his long, slender fingers adroitly disentangling her. "I'm afraid you're hurting yourself," said she. "Not at all," said Mr.
Of course a meeting was forthwith assembled to gloat over the auspicious event. Bramble vehemently expressed his conviction that the Sixth Form man would eat up his opponent, and went the length of offering to cut off his own head and Padger's if it turned out otherwise. Paul and his friends, on the other hand, as vehemently backed the Fifth fellow.
Since that disaster the bat skulks about till midnight to avoid his creditors, the cormorant is for ever diving into the deep to discover its foundered vessel, while the bramble seizes hold of every passing sheep to make up his loss by stealing the wool. Returning to the rose, we may quote one or two legendary stories relating to its origin.
"If young Bellerby has been flogged," said Bramble, in a most sepulchral undertone, "I've a good mind to fight every one of them!" "Yes, every one of them," whispered the multitude. "They're all as bad as each other!" gasped Bramble. "We'll let them know," muttered the audience. "I'll tell you what I've a good mind to to ur ur I've a good mind to ugh!" Again the door opened.
The elm and plane-tree forest on both sides of them was so dense and overgrown with creepers that it was impossible to see anything through it. Nearly every tree was enveloped from top to bottom with wild grape vines, and dark bramble bushes covered the ground thickly. Every little glade was overgrown with blackberry bushes and grey feathery reeds.
They went in by the entrance gates, past the simple, massive, stone arch surmounted by the great lion of England. "'And on Inkerman yet the wild bramble is gory, And those bleak heights henceforth shall be famous in story," quoted Anne, looking at it with a thrill. They found themselves in a dim, cool, green place where winds were fond of purring.
"Maud," he said to her, one day. "Well," she answered, lifting her handsome face from her hands, where she often hid it. "You have lost one lover?" The girl only answered by a flashing glance of contempt. "How would you like another?" "Who?" she said, sternly. "Me!" answered Captain Bramble. "You!" she said, contemptuously, and with so much expression as to end the conversation.
It was silly; it was superstitious; it was childish; Peter was as well aware of that as anybody could be. But his heart went down like a plummet. He had turned into the grassy road that led to the River Swamp. The pathway was bordered with sumac and sassafras and flowering elder, and clumps of fennel, and thickets of blackberry bramble.
She was manned by a lieutenant and eighteen men belonging to the frigate which had captured her hardly sufficient for so large a vessel, but no more could be spared. "We'll up anchor as soon as you please, pilot," said the lieutenant, "for I shall not be sorry to get rid of my charge, I assure you." "I don't doubt you, sir," replied Bramble. "Well, you've not much farther to go."
This bramble had become the scene of my carnival simply because it chanced to be directly beneath an overhanging branch of pine some twenty feet above.
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