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Updated: May 16, 2025
The boatswains marked time for the rowers by striking together the palms of their hands; the pilots, perched on the poop or walking about on the raised cabins, shouted their orders, indicating the manoeuvres necessary to make way through the moving labyrinth of vessels. Sometimes, in spite of all precautions, boats collided, and crews exchanged insults or struck at each other with their oars.
The prospect entranced me, and I was mooning along in a happy dream, when I collided violently with in agitated citizen. Then I realized that something very odd was happening. There was a dull sound like the popping of the corks of flat soda-water bottles. There was a humming, too, from very far up in the skies. People in the street were either staring at the heavens or running wildly for shelter.
Torpedo boat No. 96 collided with another vessel near Gibraltar on November 2, 1915, and sank before all of her crew could escape, eleven men being drowned. The fifth of the month witnessed a successful attack by an enemy submarine upon the armed merchantman Tara of the British navy. She was a vessel of 6,322 tons and carried from four to five hundred men, of whom thirty-four lost their lives.
What she anticipated came precisely to pass, for the lady stepped back from her position, collided violently with herself, and began hurriedly to apologise. "I beg your pardon! I did not see I hope I have not hurt you." So far in fluent unconsciousness; then suddenly she stopped short, gasped, hesitated, stared hard at the face before her, and ejaculated a breathless, "Peggy Saville!"
Cora collided with me but it was partly my fault," added Sid quickly for jack's benefit. "And look at my nice, new mud guard," spoke Cora. "See how it hangs down, like a dog's broken leg. Isn't it a shame? I guess we'll have to tear it off, so we can run." "Let me look at it," suggested Ed. "Maybe I can spring it back into place." "I never thought of that," remarked Walter.
They closed the door, leaving him in utter darkness. He heard them contriving a bar to keep him in. Ambrose, after waving his arms about to restore the circulation, set to exploring his quarters by sense of touch. First he collided with a counter running across from side to side.
Two natives were stealing like phantoms along the path, from the direction of the river and going toward the village. Had they been ten seconds later, the foremost would have collided with the young explorer. The latter held his breath, and placed his hand on his revolver, believing a fight was inevitable.
In inexpressible agitation, amounting almost to fear, the prince slipped quickly away from the window, away from the light, like a frightened thief, but as he did so he collided violently with some gentleman who seemed to spring from the earth at his feet. "I was watching for you, prince," said the individual. "Is that you, Keller?" said the prince, in surprise. "Yes, I've been looking for you.
The light burnt on a long wick, those flies which had managed to evade Marietta's witchcraft, besieged the overripe figs in black clusters; outside, in the blind alley, the bats were flying against the window and collided with the bars the lonely stranger seemed to be dead to everything around him, and only his eyes were alive.
So it fell out that the two foregathered at the same atelier one Sunday afternoon. They nearly collided in entering, but Moore was the first inside. The hostess heard sounds from the hall something between china-breaking and the stamping of hoofs. She went out, to find James in a mighty rage. "Dear me!" said the lady, "what is the matter, dear master?" "Whistler won't come in!
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