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The hound came to him, wriggling along under the beams, and he leaned against the house and lovingly pulled the briar-torn ears. A long time he stayed there, feeling on his face already the fine mist of snow. To-morrow the ground would be white; it didn't snow often in that country; day after to-morrow everybody would hunt rabbits everybody but him and Buck.
They do talk, the hills and the woods and the quiet, only a fellow grows dull, gets his ears full of electric gongs and push-bells, and forgets to listen." The boy looked up with quick-witted question. "Y'aint f'm this part of the kentry, air you?" he asked. "No. I am from well, from Bessietown last. Where are you from?" The boy laughed and glanced gaily at his briar-torn clothes.
She looked down at the boy. His head lay across her lap; he slept, motionless as the dead. The sun rose, a pale spot on the gray horizon. "Come," she said gently. And again, "Come; I want you to take me across the ferry." He rose and stood swaying on his feet, rubbing both eyes with briar-torn fists. "You will take me, won't you, Roy?" "Where?" "Back to your regiment." "Yes I'll take you."
Molly turned a glowing, quivering face of pride on Sylvia, and then looked past her shoulder with a startled expression into the eyes of one of the fire-fighters, a tall, lean, stooping man, blackened and briar-torn like the rest. "Why, Cousin Austin!" she cried with vehement surprise, "what in the world " In spite of his grime, she gave him a hearty, astonished, affectionate kiss.
The parlour door from the hall was flung open, and in strode the verification of our thoughts. Ned's clothes were briar-torn and mud-spattered; his face was haggard, his hair unkempt, his left shoulder humped up and held stiff. He stopped near the door, and stared from face to face, frowning because of the sudden invasion of his eyes by the bright candlelight.
Her heavy, brown-red hair fell down over her shoulders in loose profusion. The coarse dress was freshly briar-torn, and in many places patched; and it hung to the lithe curves of her body in a fashion which told that she wore little else.
The hound came to him, wriggling along under the beams, and he leaned against the house and lovingly pulled the briar-torn ears. A long time he stayed there, feeling on his face already the fine mist of snow. To-morrow the ground would be white; it didn't snow often in that country; day after to-morrow everybody would hunt rabbits everybody but him and Buck.
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