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Updated: May 15, 2025
"I d-d-don't b-b-blame you fer laughin', M-M-Miss M-M-M-Markley," said Sam miserably. "What at?" demanded Nora fiercely. "At m-m-my air. I know it's funny, cut off, that way. But I c-c-can't help it. It's gone." "I didn't," exclaimed Nora hotly, her face flushing. "Your ears is all right. I was laughin' at seein' you move 'em. I beg your pardon. I didn't know anybody could, that way, you know.
She set her teeth and strove to find a hold for her slipping toes. She could not. "C-c-can't you p-p-pull m-m-me out?" chattered Wiggins. "No, not yet," she said hoarsely. "But it's all right. The Terror will be here in a minute." She raised her head as high as she could and screamed again. She listened with all her ears for an answer.
"All right, then," said Max, promptly; "you and Bandy-legs better get busy taking the boats to that big cove where the tall reeds grow so thick. Seems to me you ought to be able to hide our craft so well there, the chances of discovery would be next to nothing." "We c'n do it all right," affirmed Bandy-legs, as he started up. "Come on, Toby, get a move on you." "Wait a minute, c-c-can't you?
"I never heard of such, everybody says nobody ever heard of the like. Even Nemestronia says she never saw or heard of anything to compare to it. The densest imaginable fog, as white as milk. You c-c-can't see across a street, you c-c-can hardly see the bearers in front of your litter." "I noticed it in the courtyard," Brinnaria replied, "and it is thicker than usual.
You must turn your thoughts firmly upon your science, until you've recovered equilibrium and the power of human speech." "But when you jump at me that way, I c-c-can't think of anything but you." "That's where the charm comes in. As soon as you see me or hear me approaching, you must repeat, quite slowly, this scientific incantation." She beat time with a pink and rhythmic finger as she chanted:
"Oh! l-l-let up, c-c-can't you, Bandy-legs!" spluttered the indignant Toby, pausing for a minute to wipe the beads of perspiration from his brow, and regain his breath in the bargain. "You're g-g-getting to be a regular old g-g-granny, that's what, with all your d-d-dismal p-p-prophesies. Tell me, d-d-did we ever f-f-fail yet in anything we undertook? C-c-course we haven't.
I want to go with you." "But, son, there's goin' to be fight'n'. I'm goin' to try to p'vent it, but I shan't be able to. Why, if you was to get hurt, who'd eveh tell yo' po' deah mother? I couldn't. I jest couldn't! You betteh go 'long home, son." "I c-c-can't do it, father." "Why, air you that sick, son?"
They ought to put 'em in a box. I c-c-can't help it!" And now tears broke from her eyes also. They leaned their heads upon each other's shoulders and wept. But even as they did so, the hand of either, upon the side nearest to the table, reached out toward the disfigured remnant. A week later the last bite was taken. The parlor table was bare and vacant.
They will only ache; you c-c-can't make them burn properly." Montanelli looked at him again in the same close, scrutinizing way; then rose and opened a drawer full of surgical appliances. "Give me the hand," he said. The Gadfly, with a face as hard as beaten iron, held out the hand, and Montanelli, after bathing the injured place, gently bandaged it. Evidently he was accustomed to such work.
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