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The bone snapped. The lynx, twice outweighed, leaped backward, dragging both Kazan and Gray Wolf. It fell back down on one of the porcupines, and a hundred quills drove into its body. Another leap and it was free fleeing into the face of the smoke. Kazan did not pursue. Gray Wolf came to his side and licked his neck, where fresh blood was crimsoning his tawny hide.
In truth, history as written gives such prominence to warlike deeds, and glosses over so hastily the events of peace, that we seem to hear the roll of the drum rising from the written page itself, and to see the hue of blood crimsoning the printed sheets. This dominance of war in history is a striking instance of false perspective.
It was the same mutinous surrender to overwhelming strength, the same futile defiance of fate. "I came to ask you who you would rather have to nurse you," she said, trying to keep the erratic color from crimsoning her cheeks. You see, she had never had a patient of her very own before, and there were certain embarrassing complications in having this particular young man in charge.
I never dreamed you'd let me kiss you yes, I did, too, but I thought it was too good to be true." "I had to to let you," she explained, crimsoning, "but nobody ever did before. I always thought " Then Ruth hid her face against his shoulder, in maidenly shame. When they came to the log across the path, they sat down, very close together. "You said we'd fight if we came here," Ruth whispered.
He checked himself, however, and went on eating partridge, his secret irritation crimsoning his cheeks; and he watched her eyes, those cold precise and round grey eyes, noting it, and knew she was thinking: 'He eats too much. She said: "Sorry I'm not considered fit to be told. You ought not to be drinking hock."
The sun behind the swamp was crimsoning the world. Mrs. Vanderpool strolled alone to the school, and saw Sarah Smith. There was no cordiality in the latter's greeting, but when she heard the caller's errand her attention was at once arrested and held. The interests of her charges were always uppermost in her mind. "Can't I have the girl Zora?" Mrs. Vanderpool at last inquired.
Jax crawled up very humbly and Susie stooped and patted his head. "Poor Jax," she said. "It wasn't your fault, I know. I'm sure that little spaniel insulted you!" Jax licked her hand gratefully, and the Prince looked on with an admiration he did not attempt to conceal. "Would you like him?" he asked, eagerly. Susie started up with crimsoning cheeks.
Sometime, when we have a long time to be together, I will tell you everything that I have had in my breast and you shall show me everything that you have had in yours, but but let us wait, sweetheart, until our happiness seems more real than our sorrow. Even yet I do not like the thought of the 'sun-browned boy-bred wench." She laughed a little unsteadily at the sudden crimsoning of his face.
"I have heard Father Eustace," said Halbert, after a moment's recollection, "speak of the three furies, with their thread and their shears." "Enough enough," interrupted Sir Piercie Shafton, crimsoning with a new fit of rage, "the thread of thy life is spun!"
The letter had really turned out interesting. "Read out your marked words now, Meekin. Let's see if I'm right." Mr. Meekin read with gradually crimsoning face:
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