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Up hill and down dale walked Little John, the fresh wind blowing in his face and his robes fluttering behind him, and so at last he came to a crossroad that led to Tuxford. Here he met three pretty lasses, each bearing a basket of eggs to market. Quoth he, "Whither away, fair maids?" And he stood in their path, holding his staff in front of them, to stop them.
As they did so Cora saw another car dash by, and in she recognized the man now known to her as Mr. Reed, Rob Roland's cousin. She made no remark to Duncan; he seemed so occupied with his own thoughts. But when, after a few minutes, the same car passed them again, having made a circuit on a crossroad, and the same man stared at Cora as if to make sure it was she, she felt a queer uneasiness.
You know that long three-cornered bit" she looked Richard bravely in the face again "which lies between the Portsmouth Road and our crossroad to Farley? It runs into a point just at the top of Star Hill." "Yes, I know," Dickie said. He had seen her wince. Well, that wasn't wonderful! She could not very well do otherwise, if she had eyes in her head. He did not blame her.
In the paddock were many mares with new- born colts; and once, receiving warning in time, Graham raced into a crossroad to escape a drove of thirty yearling stallions being moved somewhere across the ranch.
Braile, impassively pouring him a third cup of coffee. "I jes' met Mis' Leonard comun' up the crossroad, and she tol' me she saw our claybank hitched here, and I s'picioned Abel was'nt fur off, and that's why I stopped." The husband and wife looked across the table in feigned fear and threat that gave them pleasure beyond speech.
"Unfortunately, I believe he is quite right. Is there any crossroad from the village before us now, to the Amiens road?" "Yes; you can reach it about three leagues hence." "And we can get a carriage at the inn probably?" "Ah, that I am not sure of . Perhaps at the Lion d'or you may." "But why not go back to Abbeville?" "Oh, Mrs.
"Stand forth, O soul!" cries Tertullian in another treatise of the same period; "I appeal to thee, not as wise with a wisdom formed in the schools, trained in libraries, or nourished in Attic academy or portico, but as simple and rude, without polish or culture; such as thou art to those who have thee only, such as thou art in the crossroad, the highway, the dockyard."
Here, as in all places, the hives lent a new meaning to the flowers and the silence, the balm of the air and the rays of the sun. One seemed to have drawn very near to the festival spirit of nature. One was content to rest at this radiant crossroad, where the aerial ways converge and divide that the busy and tuneful bearers of all country perfumes unceasingly travel from dawn unto dusk.
At such times I would climb the posts, and read the half- effaced inscription by the light of the tinder-box; all this in play, like the children that we were. At a crossroad we would have to examine not one guide-post but five or six until the right one was found. But this time we had lost our baggage on the way. "Very well," said Brigitte, "we will pass the night here, as I am rather tired.
"Unfortunately, I believe he is quite right. Is there any crossroad from the village before us now, to the Amiens road?" "Yes; you can reach it about three leagues hence." "And we can get a carriage at the inn probably?" "Ah, that I am not sure of . Perhaps at the Lion d'or you may." "But why not go back to Abbeville?" "Oh, Mrs.
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