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The rope which had kept the bundle together had cut deep into her shoulders and bosom, now she undid it and threw off the burden with a powerful jerk; and then, seizing hold of the axe lying near the chopping-block, she began to chop up a couple of big branches with powerful strokes.
He had been standing so far at the door of his little wooden house. His old wife was moving at her household work within. Caius stood outside. The house was a little back from the road in an open space; near it was a pile of firewood, a saw-horse and chopping-block, with their accompanying carpet of chips, and such pots, kettles, and household utensils as Mrs.
Deserting her pastry-board she retreated behind the woodstack and sat down on the chopping-block; and then, for some minutes, the sky was blotted out. She felt quite unequal, in her present condition, to facing Sarah, who was so sensitive, so easily shocked; and she was deeply averse from her fine-lady sister discovering the straitness of Richard's means and home.
He demanded of Martin, aside: "All right, heh? Can I fly with the carburetor as she is? Heh?" "All right, boss. Calm down, boss, calm down." "What do you mean?" "Look here, Hawk, I don't want to butt in. You can have old Martin for a chopping-block any time you want to cut wood. But if you don't calm down you'll get so screwed up mit nerves that you won't have any control.
"It is not, madam," he said impressively, "a corpse that I carry; though how long the lady will survive, unless you can furnish us with nourishment and shelter, I dare not conjecture. This blood which you see is my own, spent in her defence." He sat down on a chopping-block not far from the door, sliding Amaryllis to his knees, and resting her head against his shoulder.
He bade guests again, made a feast, and set the pot on the chopping-block in the middle of the room. The guests thought he was both daft and mad, and they went about making game of him, while he cackled and chattered around the pot, calling out, "Bide a bit! Now it boils, now it boils in a trice." But it wouldn't boil a bit more on the block than on the bare floor.
The old man tugged the casket over the litter of chips and dropped the end. He wrenched an ax from its cleft in a chopping-block and caved in the top of the coffin with the first blow. The man Farr, observing from the road, saw that the casket was empty. The old man continued to bash and batter.
All rules, then, which provide artificial protection, as it were protection other than that afforded by the swordsman's guard to any part of the body are wrong, and to be avoided. Let me illustrate my position. I remember well, at Waite's rooms, in Brewer Street, seeing a big Belgian engaged with a gentleman who at that time occupied the honourable position of chopping-block to the rooms.
A surgeon inquired if he did not feel lamed in the arm by the undue exertion, whereupon he replied smilingly: "Not at all. The hardships of my early life gave me strong muscles." And as there happened to be in the yard, by the doorway, a chopping-block with the ax left stuck on the top as usual, he took it out, swung, and poised it to get the unfamiliar heft, and chopped up a stick lying handy.
He laid a big junk of the oak across the chopping-block, swung the axe, and cleft the stick with a single blow that sent the halves flying in either direction. "That was a good stroke a corker," exclaimed a youth who had entered the yard and come up quietly behind him. John Ellison turned quickly. "Hello, Henry," he said. "Where'd you come from?" "Just had a swim," replied Henry Burns.
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