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The only other woman present was Lady Everard, a plump, talkative, middle-aged woman in black; the smiling widow of Lord Everard, and well known for her lavish musical hospitality and her vague and indiscriminate good nature. She bristled with aigrettes and sparkled with diamonds and determination. She was marvellously garrulous about nothing in particular.
I only bought into the business a while ago, and the new sign's not ready yit. Me name is O'Shaughnessy, sor. "'What? says I. And then: 'WHAT? "'O'Shaughnessy. Michael O'Shaughnessy. "'Hold on! I sung out. 'For the land sakes, hold on! WHAT'S your name? "He bristled up like a cat. "'Michael O'Shaughnessy, he roars, like the bull of Bashan. 'D'yez find any fault with it?
They fairly bristled with ribbons and lace; but indeed all the girls were so gayly dressed that the Gordons looked like little gray sparrows in a flock of birds of Paradise. Mary sighed and looked around miserably at the gay throng; but little did Elizabeth care.
It's only if it doesn't take too much time and if Bertram doesn't mind." Billy flushed. She laughed a little bitterly. "No, it won't take too much time, I fancy, and so far as Bertram is concerned if what Sister Kate says is true, Aunt Hannah, he'll be glad to have me occupy a little of my time with something besides himself." "Fiddlededee!" bristled Aunt Hannah. "What did she mean by that?"
"What do you mean ganef?" Morris cried. "The feller ain't no more a thief as you are, Abe." Abe's moustache bristled and his eyes bulged so indignantly that they seemed to rest on his cheeks. "You should be careful what you say, Mawruss," he retorted. "Maybe he ain't no more a ganef as I am, Mawruss, but just the same, he is in jail and I ain't." "In jail," Morris exclaimed. "What for in jail?"
Chapel and barracks for the hunters might be outside the palisade; but the main house was inside, a single story with thatch roof, a door at one end, a rough table at the other. Sleeping berths with fur bedding were on the side walls, and every other available piece of wall space bristled with daggers and firearms ready for use.
The leader of the German Navy simply bristled with antagonism at any suggestion for peace or disarmament or world coöperation. He consumed a large part of the time which Colonel House spent with him denouncing England and all its works. Hatred of the "Island Kingdom" was apparently the consuming passion of his existence.
And then suddenly this strange cry changed into a most terrible screaming, with the frantic blowing of a horn. Instantly he went mad this horse. His eyes blazed. His mane bristled. He bounded from the earth and bounded again, twisting and turning in a frenzy. My pencil flew one way and my notebook another. And then, as I looked down into the valley, an extraordinary sight met my eyes.
More than once, when from chance, or perhaps from an assumption of superior importance, such an individual took the wall of Simon in passing, the glover's youthful attendant bristled up with a look of defiance, and the air of one who sought to distinguish his zeal in his mistress's service by its ardour.
"You seem to have looked at them very closely, Frau Margret." "From the wind-mill at the gate," replied the other. "The envoy stopped on the bridge directly under us. A handsome man on a stately horse. His trumpeter too was mounted, and the velvet cloth on his trumpet bristled with beautiful embroidery in gold thread and jewels. They earnestly entreated admittance, but the gate remained closed."
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